Sometimes transitional periods in life leave you feeling like a great big jumble of loose, split ends.
His ruby red rimmed moist eyes were two glasses of cranberry. He wore a cashmere sweater the color of Earl Grey tea...
Most people don't have real friends. You have people in your life waiting for opportunities to see what YOU can do for them.
Fruit falls when you shake the tree. You have to keep making things happen.
Give me Pablo Neruda, picnic beneath a full moon & iridescent stars, black olives, cherries, dark things, canoe on a river...that's romance.
I would tell my 14 year old self to never ever, ever put all of your money in one bank account. And love the ones who love you back. You're going to want to quit...DON'T! Oh, and get everything in writing.
Unapologetically smitten with thunderstorms...the thought of rough sex beneath an acid washed moon and hydrated stars...
Pain speaks louder than words ever could. Like most things it serves as both messenger and a symbol.
