all alone, on the edge of sleep

chocolate thunder

the commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.

I could never hold you

Watch it rise and where you hide your pearl
Feel the tide low where you cast those stones you wear
When no one's home, do they feel cold on your bones
All the years I miss your warmth
Have you missed my warmth?
On your island

wake up to your face against the morning sun

put me onto your black motorcycle

yayo

just a chat show

“In eight years not a day has gone by when she hasn’t thought of him. She misses him and she wants him back. I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.”

The Boy - Tom Rosenthal from sam wilson on Vimeo.