One day, baby

we will be old
and think of all the stories that we could have told

Tell me the story

about how the Sun loved the Moon so much
he died every night to let her breathe

Good morning

" 'Good morning' said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat. 
'What do you mean?' he said. 'Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?' 
'All of them at once,' said Bilbo."

Dance, dance

to the life you wanted 
when you were only 17 
with your good girl dream

REGRETS

but you transfix me quite