(Mozart claims he does not know who chewed those leaves)





dream on repeat






I’m 16
I smell of Love’s Baby Soft
and everything is pink
and fresh and romantic
like a love letter







testing the waters





seems fitting
spring begins here
the origin of life










I once suggested she have a good cry
she said “I’m afraid if I start
I’ll never be able to stop”










“Make it dark, make it grim, make it tough, but then, for the love of God, tell a joke.”
~ Joss Whedon