"It’s not just about standing on top of the mountain with the wind blowing in your hair, looking fabulous."
Long handwritten note deep in your pocket.
Words, how little they mean when they are a little too late.
They’re building you up just to try and knock you down.
But they haven’t yet.
“I'm a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
“Naturally, I want to write songs about love and relationships because I find it find it all very confusing. When I meet someone new, I live somewhere between hope and fear. Hope that this time it could be different, and fear that it will turn out like it has before.”