Caffeine and words ♡

You think you know someone until something happens that proves you never really knew them at all.

His touch and taste and smell sank so deep, they filled the cracks of my heart. He was becoming a drug, an addiction I would have to feed everyday. From the recent hit, euphoria filled my veins and relaxed my limbs. He was an infatuation, a craving, a need and I was sure it was unrequited. But as my fingers ran down his tie and rested on his chest —

Those therapists didn't get it. I didn't want to heal. I wanted to burn. I wanted to bleed. I wanted to feel every scorching lick of pain.

"Love..." she started, "I guess it feels like you are falling and he's the only one who could catch you."

The past is never past, and the future never unfolds the way we want it to.

Hate changed someone's makeup. It made them reckless. Hate killed it's host.

Tears trickled from my eyes, but the lake swallowed them and buried my panic until it was just me and my silent pleas.

Heartbeats are fickle things. Beating one moment, and then stopping the next. Raging a storm and then lying still as a tranquil sea. But what I didn't know is that they change. They glow and warm and expand in a chest. They ache and yearn for a reason to beep.

But I believe in true love, you know? I don't believe that everybody gets to keep their eyes or not get sick or whatever, but everybody should have true love, and it should last atleast as long as your life does.

Though not everything is about what we have to do, but what we want to.

But it is nature of stars to cross and never was Shakespeare more wrong than he was when he has Cassius note, "The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves."

Sometimes, words will only clutter a space already filled with an unpleasant truth.

Grief doesn't change you, hazel. It reveals you.

The past still gripped me, enough that the present seemed easy, courage not difficult to find.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.

Why must everything have a happily ever after? Aren't the most memorable, poignant moments of history tragic?

You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.