My Neighbor Totoro (1988) dir. Hayao Miyazaki
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My Neighbor Totoro (1988) dir. Hayao Miyazaki
She walks like dusk, soft and slow,
where sunlight lingers just to glow.
Her laughter hums, a quiet tune,
a secret shared with stars and moon.
I speak her name, the air turns sweet,
the world feels light beneath my feet.
And if she stays, or if she goes,
my heart will follow.. this she knows.
An empty room, a silent sigh,
a shadow cast, a world passed by.
The moon looks down but does not stay,
and all I love feels far away.
You make the night feel warmer, like a cigarette’s glow in the dark.
Like a song you don’t fully understand, but you feel every note.
Moonlight would be jealous of the way she makes darkness feel alive.
She comes in colours everywhere..
She combs her hair..
She's like a rainbow..
“Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.”
— Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine
..She is pure wonder..like aurora dancing in the sky.
I think you’re made of flowers.. You bloom when there’s light on your skin..
I want you more than you know.
It only has to make sense to you.
Hugs from behind, with the little kiss on the neck
Would love to do to her xx
a relationship where the flirting never stops
Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.