and one day he told me that if i left, he would never find anybody else. but i always knew he would. he was never wrong about love, it was just me he was wrong about.

hello goldfish

in the summer i was in love in him,
in the winter i told him i'm not.
so i forgot love,
put my bathing suit on,
and went swimming every morning in the pond.

there were no fishes or swans.

the winter is love because: you listen to your favourite music, endlessly, until you are over another winter love story

the winter is love because: you remember benjamin, forever (or this winter) ago

stolen from somewhere. too beautiful not to be shared with the world

the winter is love because: the windows in the bus steam up and you can draw hearts and write names

the winter is love because: it's winter by the time you pass that place where you kissed him for the first time and it doesn't feel sad anymore

"alice, i am sad and grumpy. lets go and get drunk and shout at people and kidnap a tourist. or go and chill somewhere and have a cuddle"

i guess, i should really learn where to put my love. or whom to give it to