Dreamer
“My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed – my dearest pleasure when free.” — Mary Shelley
“My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed – my dearest pleasure when free.” — Mary Shelley
“And one day we will die and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea, but for now we are young, let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see; love to be in the arms of all I’m keeping here with me…” — Neutral Milk Hotel,…
“The dove descending breaks the air, with flame of incandescent terror.” — T.S. Eliot