You’re my mind’s default thought. If I’m not thinking about something else, I’m thinking about you.
“Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest — thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.”— Beau Taplin, Temples