“ music was the only beautiful thing he owned ”
She got up , walked around the table, and gave him a lingering hug, running her fingers through the back of his hair. She'd been finding more excuses to hug him lately.What was that for? Dill asked.Because you looked like your heart stepped on a Lego.
~ Jeff Zentner
She's it. She's my everything. She's the standard by which I'll judge beauty for the rest of my life. I'll measure every touch to her breath on my skin. Every voice to her voice. Every mind to her mind. My measure of perfection. The name carved into me. If I could, I would lie with her under these stars until my heart burst.
We are a fallen species, spitting on the gift of salvation. Humanity is irredeemable.
Stick to the key of C, dude. No sharps or flats. More forgiving.
