God, I’m so vulnerable, easily moved, overly emotional. (At times)
The snow glitters like a sky filled with stars, like a galaxy on a planetarium ceiling.
— Deb Caletti, from Wild Roses
I will remember your face
'cause I'm still in love with that place
I hope you’re having lovely Christmas.. As lovely as you are… xx0 listens
It was probably nothing but it felt like the world.
— Morrissey, Autobiography