absurdlittletree:
like the night holds the moon
absurdlittletree:
love fully and loud
absurdlittletree:
i look at the clouds like they will take my sadness and fly away
absurdlittletree:
and I dream too much and I don’t write enough and I’m trying to find god everywhere
absurdlittletree:
have you ever cried just because the clouds are so beautiful
absurdlittletree:
artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide
absurdlittletree:
like the goldfishs in the song
absurdlittletree:
when you lose someone you really love they never leave you, they just move to a very special place in your heart
absurdlittletree:
pəncərə
absurdlittletree:
I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.
absurdlittletree:
trees are the poems that earth writes on the sky
absurdlittletree:
as fluffy as a cloud
absurdlittletree:
in today’s world it’s hard to be a hopeless romantic and i don’t know how to be anything else
absurdlittletree:
hope is the thing with feathers
absurdlittletree:
jay jay pistolet - vintage red
absurdlittletree:
television version of a person with a broken heart
absurdlittletree:
how this sheltered loveless life turns into the weakest shade of blue
absurdlittletree:
if they’re shooting at you kid, you must be doing something right
absurdlittletree:
things that have soul
absurdlittletree:
my bookshelves have some of my social anxiety in it
absurdlittletree:
that poem about daffodils and loneliness
absurdlittletree:
dream a little dream in my little corner of the world
absurdlittletree:
art is the way of survival, at least for me
absurdlittletree:
'Cause don't you know there are many repressible optimists walking with the fatal flaw
absurdlittletree:
nobody owns a cat
absurdlittletree:
forgo the parable
absurdlittletree:
stars don’t owe you anything
absurdlittletree:
cinnamon
