One day I will be listening to Leonard Cohen, drinking wine and finger painting your body..
Until then, cheers to this night.
Now I’m a liar.
Spring will soon come and then summer will follow.
I can’t wait until you realize that all of this time you’ve been stuck under a thick gray cloud drowning in rain.
You make my stomach turn into a windmill of colors…
I can’t help it. My heart feels heavy…