‍‍ ‍ ‍ hazel.

the ocean speaks in quiet ways. sometimes, its silence is louder than its waves, and in that stillness, i hear what others cannot.

he was pointing at the moon， but i was looking at his hand.

i love you. i'll write it in waves. in skies. in my heart. you'll never see， but you will know. i'll be all the poets，i'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn，and every time love's written it will be to you.

if you're the sun， i don't wanna be the moon. the moon's too far away from you， i'd rather envelop you in the bluest of skies.

you are, i think, an evening star, the fairest of all stars.