nothing is ever simple
even when it looks simple
the complexity is everlasting

I’m still the bruised and broken girl you know,
In love with tulips and the poetry you wrote.

Humanity is capable of such beautiful dreams and horrible nightmares, For Our World Has a lot For every Man's Dream but Not Every man's Greed

“Moves” and “Crybaby” by Amelia Moore are my newest obsession.

Life Is To Short To Score Little by Christen Kuikoua

“Oh these times are hard / yeah they’re making us crazy / don’t give up on me, baby” - For the First Time by The Script.

To Milly

Hi darling
I am the Cuckoo and you are the Nurse Ratched.
We already met in so many cuckoo’s nest.

Art evaporates in the air of deception
Inspiration and decency are from the same fabric
There is no true passion
without being sincerely truthful.

Try to see and love yourself the way he did. To him, you were beautiful and perfect exactly as you are, special for just being you. Don’t let anyone take that from you. Now that he is gone, you must remind yourself and make yourself believe it.

Remember, even when things were at their worst, the one absolute certainty you could always rely on was his love for you. Don’t disrespect his memory by doubting his love still remains, even though he is no longer able to remind you.