so i'm a girl, and i'm young and of the many things in life i realize that, and for once it is not something i want to change. i have seen a lot, but i have so much more to experience, and i'll take all i can in at this age
I’m interested in the shit that happens when we throw away that label that makes us “human.”
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said. - Victor Hugo