i want to stay curled and cosied and chocolated....forever in my mother’s arms.
When it comes to love do not ever settle for anything less than magical.
I want to read every book that’s written hear every song that was sung I want to gaze at every cloud and hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.
Live as many lives as you can.
Tell me..how do you stand there? filling the doorway....of my life.
there is some aching that will only heal... in the mosque of sleep.