six word story: eliminate what doesn’t help you evolve.

Tell me what makes your blood boil and what makes your skin soft. I want to know how your soul tastes before you take your clothes off.

I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone.

Thank you for gracing my life with your lovely presence, for adding the sweet measure of your soul to my existence. Thank you for every kindness. Thank you for being someone I was always proud to be with. For your guts, for your sweetness. For how you always looked, for how I always wanted to touch you. God, you were my life. I apologize for everytime I ever failed you.

The way the sea belongs to the moon, I belong deeply to myself.

I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.

I demand unconditional love and complete freedom. That is why I am terrible.