- live on coffee and flowers, try not to worry what the weather will be like
- with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair
- she wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving itself
- someone told me there is a girl out there, with love in her eyes, and flowers in her hair
- you will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms
- gracious, soft-voiced girls, who were brought up on memories instead of money
- she wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank and had midnight swims
- she was elusive. she was today. she was tomorrow. she was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. we did not know what to make of her. in our minds we tried to pin her to corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew
- she did not need much, wanted very little. a kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cosy bed, and to love and be loved in return.
jan 19 2013 ∞
nov 5 2016 +