There’s a crack (or cracks) in everyone…that’s how the light of God gets in.
Wait for someone who tells strangers about you.
Without deep conversation, my mind becomes restless. I need passion and intellect, it’s a shame that a person often lacks one or the other.
I think she’s so beautiful not only in the way she looks but in the way she speaks about the things she is passionate about. I think she’s beautiful when she laughs over the jokes that I tell her. I think she’s beautiful when she’s in a plain old tee shirt and sweats, cuddled up against my chest. She’s beautiful on the days I’m not with her and the nights where she’s alone, cuddled up with the pillow where I once laid.