I want to think again of dangerous and noble things, I want to be light and frolicsome, I want to be Improbable Beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.

-Mary oliver

Song of the day:

You were the air in my breath filling up my love soaked lungs
Such a beautiful mess intertwined and overrun
Nothing better than this, ooh, and then the storm can come
You feels just like the sun
Just like the sun