You got me a little drunk, but I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or me drowning in the love, I knew I couldn’t give to you, but nonetheless tried to.
& with every piece of herself she gave to the world, she lost herself a little more, until she was completely offshore
I’m slightly relieved it’s getting harder to reminisce the feeling of your presence, the leniency of your lips & the enchanting subtlety of the revulsive motion of your body. I fail to remember, which makes it a little more facile to forget about you, the way you did about me.
Maybe you could love me if I’d be a little less sad, a little more daring, a little less living in my head Maybe you could love me if I drank a little more & wore a little less
"Primrose hill holds all my secrets, my dreams and my demons I can’t visit too often, for I get overwhelmed by all my feelings But every once in a while, I go back and with that I go back in time I let the memories wash over me, while I try to fix these broken [...]
"The city is the best place to fall in love - but, the worst place for a broken heart"
"Here's to the free spirits that still believe in magic and wonders. Here's to the hopeless romantics that love beyond borders & here's to the wild hearts that are brave enough to follow their soul-path."