Kodaline - All I Want
Balance.
I am.
I Cant Make You Love Me - Bonnie Raitt
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven full of all dreams, draws down. cover her briefness in singing close her with the intricate faint birds by daisies and twilights Deepen her, Recite upon her flesh the rain’s pearls singly-whispering.
e.e. cummings, “the moon is hiding in” (via petrichour)
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