miah.:
The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.
miah.:
She left pieces of her life behind her everywhere she went. It's easier to feel the sunlight without them, she said. [3/52]
miah.:
running wildly into the spring wind chasing down all the dandelions before they turn into just weeds in a couple of years
miah.:
getting ready to jump as high as she can just because there's only so long you can sit politely & listen while people talk about any old stuff that comes into their heads [5/52]
miah.:
You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover's arms can only come later when you're sure they won't laugh if you trip.
miah.:
Please put the doctor on the phone 'cause I'm not making any sense, blame everyone but me for this mess [12/52]
