theidiot

You built castles with her and now you she is gone.

Sometimes, the cost of doing the right thing feels like more than one can afford—

Happiness, where have you gone? To what land have you taken wing?

The snow fell heavy and fast all night long, coating the world in a blanket of wonderful white that silences everything small to great. This is so rare here in this forlorn land. A sense in what has changed visually and aurally is maybe why we both rise early this morning.

The snow fell heavy and fast all night long, coating the world in a blanket of wonderful white that silences everything small to great. A sense in what has changed visually and aurally is maybe why we both rise early this morning.

We are so busy putting on faces, we are never real with one another.

I want to draw them like my french girls.

How she is quiet before his robe falls

Tenuous grasp though It may seem,

Love is fine But friendship Is better