I think I'm in love with him? Sometimes he plays the piano like he's trying to solve a puzzle, and sometimes he plays like he's seen a...

There’s no definitive charm, or spark, about the poetry I like. It’s a few lines jumbled together to mirror a feeling, decently. It’s the...

It's midnight Don't dare for a prince Or magic gowns that spin It's midnight Time to look at the moon Mouthful of a silver spoon It's...