"A man is but the product of his thoughts. What he thinks, he becomes." -Gandhi
I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
Anaïs Nin (via strawberryswisher)
I’ve loved everything about you that hurts, so let me see your moves,
let me see your moves.
Lips pressed close to mine, true blue.
But the prince of any failing empire knows that everybody wants,
everybody wants to drive on through the night,
if it’s the drive back home.
Things aren’t the same anymore, some nights it gets so bad that you almost pick up the phone
Trade baby blues, for wide-eyed browns.
I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house in your shoes.
I know it’s strange.
It’s a strange way of saying that I know I’m supposed to love you, I’m supposed to love you.
Only love is all maroon.
Lapping lakes like leery loons.
Leaving rope burns, reddish ruse.
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