I long for you Half-asleep Half-mad Your name on my lips, a hundred times, Like an abuse A slogan A prayer

Our love letters have become the relics of war.

I want to paint every curl on your head And the million ways it moves under the starlight.

I want to paint every curl on your head And the million ways it moves under the starlight.

What is the scariest part of an editor's job? Editing horror stories at night-time.

On a Christmas eve, when her parents fought behind their closed bedroom door and her baby sister cried with high fever in her hands, she realized what she wanted to become when she grew up. A better human first!

I like it when the lights go out in a theatre. Suddenly, somebody else's life is far more important than ours. We cry, we laugh, we clap... for those people and their stories. If only we could do it for the real people in our lives! - Lirio

Do you know what we should make a habit? Love.

Humans can never be fearless, at least not fully. We have to constantly acknowledge our fears, and do what we want to do, despite of it.