“Heard the rattle from the train Sounds of a hundred people, Maybe more Cut through the ropes before you came I had a dream that you were gone. I’m in the days of throwing rocks When I saw your picture on a silver coin Stole a kiss through your golden locks I had a dream that you were gone.”
I wanted to sing but you stole my soul.
I’m in a stage of slight frustration. I want to create, to build, to paint, to draw, to read, to do something that has meaning, something that is worthwhile, and not something that I’m doing just to make money. I want to make something that I put my entirety in, my whole imagination in, my heart in, just so that I could be satisfied with the finished product. I don’t want to be...
I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I...– Lisa Kleypas (via atomos)