Denial can be beautifulBut only when you’re a fantastic liar
I have too much doubt. It’s the bastard child of fear. I hate fear. So doubt sidles up next to determination in my heart. It doesn’t outweigh it. They coexist.
I don’t want to be my limitations. I don’t want to be my pain. I don’t want to be my embarrassment.
Trust and my heart are linked. If I trust you it means I’ve let you into my heart. And I trust you not to hurt me. The pinnacle of trust, the trust I’ve never afforded to anyone, is the scariest: true love.
I’m crying again. I cry so often now that sometimes I don’t even realize it until the tears are already streaming down my cheeks.
Do you know what it’s like to be blessed with someone so special, to love them so much it hurts, and then have them taken from you forever?
Sometimes I’m irrational, I know I am, but even irrational thought feels very, very real when you’re in the middle of shit.
Genetics doesn’t ensure love, or even like, time and effort do. You don’t give them your time, and you don’t show them effort
The mouth is a magnificent tool to communicate intimacy – kissing, licking, sucking, nipping – it’s screaming, I’m so fucking into you, without saying a word.
There should always be another kissAnd another after that
And guilt is heavy, like an anchor holding me in place and hindering any and all advancement.