x Krazy en Amour x

like winning the lottery / or finding God in your sock drawer. I think love is something that happens to other people—nebulous, distant, an invention of the movies; I think love is like death / as in, it happens to everyone but you until it happens / to you, and then where else could you be but in love? Where else could you be but in the belly of the beast, / that oozing cavern where people go in fairy tales? I think love is a creation. I think maybe you shape it with your hands, I think maybe you find it stuck in your molars, I think maybe it comes to you when you’re in the shower, your face tilted towards the water while your mind melts somewhere else, I think maybe we’ve all been naming it wrong. You know that love? That falling-to-your-knees love? That where’d-the-water-go love? That hold-me-close-I’ll-never-leave-I-know-your-favorite- coffee-creamer love? That what-we-talk-about-when-we- talk-about-love love? You ever felt that? I mean, really felt any of that? / Yeah, tell me again how you feel it. Yeah, tell me again / how it fills the chest, fills the head, fills the lungs. Tell me again what it means to find God in your sock drawers. Tell me again.

You better stop playing with your own potential and go build the life you want.

this the one

i never know what the fuck i'm talking about so neither should anyone else. it's only fair.

Let this place be a testament to his amazing light. Rest In Peace, Chadwick.

I have no words. This man means so much to so many people...