Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins. – Gustave Flaubert
I would go visit my mom on Sundays, and my brother was working on stuff. Id go in there and sing a little melody, then we started working with words and the next thing you know it was just born organically without really trying. – Taryn Manning
