Taking a risk to survive isn’t that impressive. Taking a risk to be happy, that takes guts.
Love, deep and pure, it opens my heart. It feels like a magical force, one I’d fight to protect, one I’d die to keep.
My heart is kerosene, my mind a match. I’m seconds away from igniting.
The world is dictated by our desires rather than our thoughts. The prior puts the latter in motion.
I’m an anchor and he is the sea and I sink into his tenderness as he presses my hand to his heart.
You know, sometimes even when two people love each other the universe still conspires against them, forces them apart.
If my time loving you has taught me anything, it’s that love grows with every returned smile, every second of communal silence and every word exchanged. Unconditional love is built and when it’s finished nothing destroys it.
People who make mistakes are in the best position to make better choices.
Unconditional love is something people achieve once they’ve given themselves over completely to someone. Once they’ve decided that no matter what the other person does, they will always love them.
Regret swallows broken men whole. Acceptance builds them anew.
Rarely does the truth set us free. Usually it chains us to the earth like a ghost.
I know how it fees to plead. I know how it feels to wish someone would give you a chance to help them.
My dark secret is I’ve always wished I was Gatsby. As heartbroken as he was and as horrible a fate as he endured, I admired that he loved. It’s a difficult thing to do.
Not the way he looks, but specifically the way he looks at me threatens my inhibitions. It’s all greedy yearning.
Sometimes the best thing about us isn’t what we’re gifted with, but what we can make others feel just by our very nature of existing.
Denial has rented a room in my head and frequently stomps around slamming doors.
One of the many reasons I love libraries. Everyone is lost and not wanting to be found in a library.
Millions of pages cloaked in dust and inspiration and wisdom.