I’m not running away from anything, I’m running towards. I’m running towards love, towards things larger than life. I’m not running away from my problems, I’m simply leaving them behind, leaving them in the past. I don’t need them where I’m going.
I’m not running away from anything, I’m running towards. I’m running towards love, towards things larger than life. I’m not running away from my problems, I’m simply leaving them behind, leaving them in the past. I don’t need them where I’m going.
Mais mon amour, mon doux, mon tendre, mon merveilleux amour
De l’aube claire jusqu’à la fin du jour
Je t’aime encore, tu sais, je t’aime
if we loved people as we should
we wouldn’t have poetry.
words aren’t hollow.
constantly torn between “if it’s meant to be, it will be” and “if you want it, go get it”
seriously though.
how about a mix of the two “if its meant to be, its up to me”