Voltaire will always have my heart but Nikos Kazantzakis is now my muse. Goodnight.

i love my mother’s voice, kindness, radiant skin, sincere smiles, short trimmed manicures, white blazers, finding a signature perfume, wispy lashes, dainty jewelry, henri matisse, the sound of rain tapping against my window, rose cardamom apothecary lattes, éclairs, shoulder kisses, michael bublé, traveling, aromatherapy, falling in love.

Who looked at you and said you were not worth it, who looked at you and decided that you were not for them? Because I look at you and wonder how you could be anything other than who you are, for you are as important as an ocean and all that lays underneath it, and a sky full of all the colors ever known. I look at you, and I wonder who could ever see anything else other true beauty with a heartbeat.