People who make mistakes are in the best position to make better choices.
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.
You know, sometimes even when two people love each other the universe still conspires against them, forces them apart.
Taking a risk to survive isn’t that impressive. Taking a risk to be happy, that takes guts.
You don’t want to wake up and realize you could have been happy, that the risks would have been worth it, but you dwindled away your chances.
Most people aren’t happy. They sing songs like they are. Make up cute little stories. Post pics of the rare times when life wasn’t dreadful. Most people are stomaching this whole affair called life. Are these people complainers? Probably. Most ar...
My heart is kerosene, my mind a match. I’m seconds away from igniting.
When a heart breaks a substance spills out like cement and pours through the bloodstream, hardening everything. In time, I know my heart will mend and the rock inside will crack and crumble away. But for now I’m as solid as a column. And alone I st...
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.
Don’t make loss in your life make you a loser.
Love isn’t governed by logic or understanding. You don’t enter into it like an agreement. It crashes down on you. You wake up one morning and realize the reason you can’t take your eyes off someone is because you’re in love with them.
We’re all just a conglomeration of our nervous habits. I see them like road maps in each conversation telling me more about the people than their words. stripping people of simple things weakens them.
Regret swallows broken men whole. Acceptance builds them anew.
Not the way he looks, but specifically the way he looks at me threatens my inhibitions. It’s all greedy yearning.
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.
Right now in this space, I feel a brand new pull to him. I’ve always been drawn to his features, his brilliance, his laughter, his passion. But right now I’m attracted to his pain. It makes him human. It makes him real. It makes him something he ...
I know how it fees to plead. I know how it feels to wish someone would give you a chance to help them.
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.
Even when I don’t know the people, I still find their faults. Or invent them.
