I put my clothing into the refrigerator and the foods into my wardrobe; am I in love?

Love is that indefinable moment of brokenheartedness when you cry and someone weeps with your tears

Madness is like an alternative residence. When sanity chases you out of home, take shelter in madness.

My love for you attains immortality whenever it is touched by the thought of death

Old soul cries through the tears of a newborn

No food is edible, if you don’t feel like eating
Standing is incredible, if you hate sitting