109 Quotes by Gwen Calvo

The word is a violent pleasure.

Writing is taking the demons out for a walk.

He lights the violin and his mouth fills with fireflies.

Being words, being lips that bleed.

Love falling and bleeding your knees or dont think about it at all.

the kiss of your neck is a breath of flowers.

the night sky in the forest is a dilating blackness

bursting lights, midnight.

He loves her for a reason and its not rational