You cannot go back in time, even if you wish it with every fiber of your being, your heart and soul, even if you think about it every day. — Iain Thomas Copy Share Image
“Yet you still value the things you’ve lost the most. Because the things you’ve lost are still perfect in your head. They never rusted. They never broke. They are made of the memories you once had, which only grow rosier and brighter, day by day. They are made of the dreams of how wonderful things could have been and must… — Iain Thomas Copy Share
“Joan of Arc came back as a little girl in Japan, and her father told her to stop listening to her imaginary friends. Elvis was born again in a small village in Sudan, he died hungry, age 9, never knowing what a guitar was. Michelangelo was drafted into the military at age 18 in Korea, he painted his face black… — Iain Thomas Copy Share
“I know you’re not here, I can see it in your eyes when we talk. Where ever you are, come back soon” — Iain Thomas Copy Share Image
“That’s what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your… — Iain Thomas Copy Share Image
“And when I asked you how you’d been, I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before.” — Iain Thomas Copy Share Image
“I hide because there’s more to me than what you see and I’m not sure you’d like the rest. I know that sometimes, I… — Iain Thomas Copy Share Image
“But life isn't something that should be edited. Life shouldn't be cut. The only way you'll ever discover what it truly means to be… — Iain Thomas Copy Share Image
“You forget that even the strongest person to ever live had a weakest day of their life.” — Iain Thomas Copy Share Image
“The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.” — Iain Thomas Copy Share Image
“I keep thinking you already know. I keep thinking I’ve sent you letters that were only ever written in my mind.” — Iain Thomas Copy Share Image
“In bright white snow, when everything sleeps. And hope has left you lonely. When all you ever remember about summer is how it ended.… — Iain Thomas Copy Share Image
