He does not understand where I go sometimes or why I leave, only that I am gone…. Trapped in some unseen dimension, tethered only by half answered questions and glazed eyes fixed far away on some seemingly invisible object. He does not know that those are the times I am with you.

the most heartbreaking case of unrequited love is the love your own soul has for you, that you continue to ignore.

Just start writing. I think we get so scared to write sometimes that we never do. But it’s all a process of trying and failing and trying again. And to not be scared to share your story. Whether that’s at an open mic or with friends you really trust. Just get out there and tell your truth because no one else can. And nobody else will.

I never wish to offend, but I am so foolishly shy, that I often seem negligent, when I am only kept back by my natural awkwardness.

Let’s explore each other like forbidden landscapes. Hear the countries weep. Listen to the foreign wind. Answer the wildness in our skin. Find our bones. Use our limbs. Climb into each other.

She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.

Book of the day: The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman

I was naive enough to believe you. You were cruel enough to let me.

When we got really bad, I would put another coat of mop water on the floor of the bar 
to make sure you were asleep when I got to my side of the bed. 
You are the only person to whom I’ve lied, knowing I was telling the truth.

I have seen, touched and held many hands, but yours will always be my favorite.

I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.

First, he is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.

She colored herself with her fears. Every blue and pink was etched with confidence. Every red and purple streak hid her insecurities…

And sometimes, we can fall in love with someone for all the wrong reasons, and still love them after all the hurt, because sometimes, and most times, we can’t pick who we love. And even though we know we shouldn’t love them, we do and always will, because there are just a small number of people in this world who will “get” us for reasons we can’t explain, even when they shouldn’t.

I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly.

I thought I liked being alone. I like being with you more.