May we Dance?
I know it's too soon to say, "You're mine", but this is how happily ever afters begin.
I once begged someone to move me the way I loved them. That was the saddest thing I have ever done. But without it, I never would have met you. So alls well that ends well, right?
An apparent change in a celestial object’s position when viewed from two different angles. Measuring the distance of the stars from the Earth, they will close that distance through their performance.
People don't really love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them. But you, you're different. I only ever thought there were two types of love. The king you'd kill for, or the kind you'd die for. My dear- you were the kind of love I want to live for.
The Darling family comprising of those fortunate enough to escape misfortune.
I'm not afraid. For I am blessed to bare witness to countless wonderful and wild dreams. We admire the stars for their glow, but do we not glow ourselves? Until I too fade, I will chase them.
At my funeral, take the bouquet off my coffin and throw it into the crowd. Let's see whose next.
I'm dreaming, dancing somewhere in a fairy tale and in this graveyard black as night, our dance begins. Grow, grow, lurking Datura; feeding up on Rosemary, who couldn't let go of discards. Night and night, stood aloof from the light; down and down, fell into addictions, and took delight.