fuchsia_fleur

It shouldn’t be write what you like .. it should be write what hurts . When you are hurt you become a little too self aware of yourself and drunkenly inspired to write

There he stood anchored to the doorstep. And me taking one step at a time to land where he was. And every time I looked above I could see myself swirling into the cold pools of his deep blue eyes.

There I saw him standing in the hallway looking at me , carving feelings from my memories

Sometimes I feel like a meandering fool , making myself readily available for pranksters

If you dream it you cant do it unless you have a plan

Nothing can beat the urge of buying one more book every time you hit the store

I have lost count of the number of different ways I have fallen for you over and over again

I know you remember me better than I remember myself… but sorry, boss — I’ve been through hell, and I’m not going back.

You wish for all my dreams to come true on my bday- yet you forget, you are the dream I can never wake from