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

some boys were born to make you cry

how many people would never fall in love, if they hadn’t heard the word