Until one has loved an animal a part of one’s soul remains unawakened."
"My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings."
Years I have loved you, stay
Locked in a night and a song.
Maybe eight have gone away,
Maybe nine — I may be wrong.
Everything faded in twilight, confusion,
You and me, we’re both entangled somewhere
You must be revolt and surrender, and illusion
And myself, I am your beauty and your hair.
…And your going to hear me roar.
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Starships were meant to fly, stand up and touch the sky.
Me at thanksgiving dinner with my family
o_O I wouldn’t want to mess with her when she’s angry!