If nature is beauty, then she is the most natural thing.
If nature is beauty, then she is the most natural thing.
The devotion of our loved ones seems to always guide us home.
I didn’t press play for the world,
I pressed pause for myself.
It’s hard to live a lie.
It’s hard to live at all.
I got one chance to be alive.
I wanted to know what that meant.
It doesn’t all have to be poetic, you know.
Sometimes it’s just a mess, a big, giant, non-poetic mess.
No life without death,
No death without life.
Without love,
what would be left of us.
I wish I could take back the words I never said…
Love, hate… What’s the difference? What’s the difference?