Don't worry Corelli, girls love a guy who can cry.
Cath CrowleyIt's when I'm around some people that my entire vocabulary goes on vacation. Like now, when Dave's walking next to me wearing an old black singlet and board shorts and the tattoo of a bird on his wrist, every single word in my head except "no" and "huh" is lying somewhere on a beack getting a suntan
Cath CrowleyI like that about art, that what you see is sometimes more about who you are than what's on the wall.
Cath CrowleyIt's harder to make someone laugh than it is to make them cry.
Cath CrowleyI'm sick of staring at what I want, I thought. I'd do anything to hold it in my hands.
Cath CrowleyI like how you shake
Off years of ordinary
Cover me with extraordinary
Ways of seeing I never saw before
But now I do
My dad was a magician too. Got in his car and disappeared.
Cath CrowleyStichwörter: sadness
We were the only three people awake in a world half asleep and the air felt heavy with maybe.
Cath CrowleyMum says when wanting collides with getting, that's the moment of truth. I want to collide. I want to run right into Shadow and let the force spill our thoughts so we can pick each other up and pass each other back like piles of shiny stones.
Cath CrowleyOpen skies painted above painted doorways and painted birds skimming across bricks trying to fly away. Little bird, what are you thinking? You come from a can.
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