Best 29 quotes of Gwen Calvo on MyQuotes

all of that blood and he is there gazing charismatically.

And we return to the East Side, exploring our steps. Returning to the hills, and paths that kiss and call mouths and hands.

being is one day and a million nights. the blood on the glass, blood lust with the sun holding. the universe beats for the lost and found. with you.

being yourself that is everything.

Capturing moments with a net of red butterflies.

Everything is blood and vines. The mark of another day of revolving the body exact And the sky is ours our hope our blue our silence our throat of burning wildflowers.

Fear can tie your wrists to the sky, letting you hang there suspended, wildflowers encaged. twilight obsessed.

Finding yourself with your loves gives blood to existence, looking at one another seeing the universe.

free fall to your quite smile to capture you and you propel me to death, all that we write destroys then heals

he finds a forest in what he feels

he hates skiing but he loves the mountains and like that with everything.

He loves her for a reason and its not rational

he said smile because you never know.

Hit me with spit on the wounds.

I hold you in my mouth, in the words that contain you, in the unsaid and the haunts, in all the forms your name.

i like your embraces because the vertigo smells like the sun.

I like your jacket. It is straight.

In the distance, a Benz motor sounds. A neon light wraps itself around the driver and the winter that beats in his heart. His heart stays cold. stays melting.

I sleep in the corners of your dreams.

open the eye in the palm of your hand to what it is feeling.

Reflection the blood of mirrors

she is everywhere in the sky. she is fearless, she is focused. free.

She is his word his love she brings the blood back to his lips.

she loves to feel the sun on her skin the winter in her eyelashes and to hear his laughter all day long.

Sometimes you need to. Just to love yourself. appreciate loves. And live.

the revolver of indifference at the beginning of the tunnel.

when you are passionate about the world a stare writes your life.

with her embracing laughter, coffee and sky painted lips everything. everything is love.

wrap me in the spirals of your breath.