to [the darling one] whom it concerns:

I have cut the chords to the heart strings and soul ties, and I release you.

Enclosed you shall find the aforementioned strings, the pin to an unlimited access account of love, and travelers cheques for grace.

Please know that my door is always open, my phone is almost always on, my ear will always bend to you, and there is always a little room for you in my heart. Don't you ever wonder.

I wish you nothing but good things.

love,
me.

twenty.ten.

i'm wishing til my stomach hurts that it feels something like this.

like all the boys before.

the misters jones & romanowski respectively have been trying to win me over with the lovely ellie goulding for ages.
i have officially caved.

i might love her.

my mind is a record player.

apparently the boy wounds of 2009 are still a little tender.

the heart is a funny little thing. beguiling, i must say.

i found all this out during my revisit of florence + the machine this morning. cosmic love was the track/trigger/weapon of choice. didn't see that coming.

ouch.

m a g i c.