"A writer is a world trapped in a person."
I'll love you forever if I ever love at all, with wild hearts, blue jeans, and white t-shirts.
So tonight I'll call you from a 4th Street payphone, we'll sleep on the beach if we ain't got a ride. Someday I'll buy you that house on Cookman, we could sleep on the beach all night.
The earth laughs in flowers.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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