The sky has a huge heart open for all clouds even on the gloomiest of days.

Let the blue of the sky and ocean take your blue away when you feel blue

Our miseries are inseparable, so is our every single blessing.

Every corner of the sky awkwardly showed up wearing the exact same thing, a moody gray dress accessorized with flat clouds. If North, South, East, and West were drag queens, this would be bad, very bad.

Where in the world would a star be without the love of the sky?

If your tears have lost the ability to hide your pain... why shedding them?