A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

“It makes me sad waking up alone when there’s someone willing to wake up with me”

I don’t aspire to be a heartbreaker – I’ll never understand the fun people find in making others bleed.

I’ll cuddle the Hell out of you until the Devil comes out to play.

Here’s all you have to know about men and women: women are crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are crazy is that men are stupid.

Women like me do not fall gracefully, we stumble over our spines, trip over our vowels, and collapse into your arms. Our hearts are open books, Russian novels containing fifty pages on the way your voice drifts across the telephone wires each night. Our hearts are first drafts, unedited verses about each and every person we have ever loved: the stranger on the subway, the girl who gave us a balloon, the boy who stole our virginity but not our heart. Women like me will love you from a distance of a thousand syllables while laying in your bed, we will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible, and when we leave you will finally understand why storms are named after people.