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There are poems inside you that paper can’t handle 🪶

MOON DUST IN YOUR LUNGS, STARS IN YOUR EYES, YOU ARE A CHILD OF THE COSMOS, A RULER OF THE SKIES 🌙

A good book is never finished-it goes on whispering to you from the wall.

must i pursue a career? is it not enough to be obsessed with classic literature, books museums and old records?

She has a paper heart. And when she dreams, you know she looks for the kind of love you only see in books.

My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.

it’s me, my infinite and undying love for the moon against the world.

Would you like to come over and look at the moon with me?

how do I make my entire life a love letter to the moon?

to the moon and back, remember?

The moon in me finds the sky in you.

Reading a book is not enough, I need to be in the book.

Sometimes you read a line from a book and it's like something from your own head or something from your journal. And that part of you is a bit more defined, a bit sharper, and a bit easier to understand and explain to others.

I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I'll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because l've got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be, boundless and infinite.