a morbid longing for the picturesque

a love that’s intense, all-consuming, passionate, adoring, soul deep, violent in emotion, and possessing.

who are you when you are not watching tv or movies? when you aren't playing video games or reading a book or fanfiction or listening to music or whatever other kind of media that you engage with? who are you when your mind isn't in another world or story, when you are forced to sit with yourself and the only experience you have is your own sensorial life? can you define yourself outside of what you consume? who is that person? do you like them? can you bear it? can you bear it?

I love reblogging quotes. I love beautiful words. I love messy words. I love experiencing a story with someone. I love connecting with someone through a poem. I love saying, “I wrote this. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you to help you see me.” I love communicating. I love text messages. I love letters. I love post cards. I love sharing pieces of myself through the written word. I love meeting people through the written word.