josue

“What is love?”

“darling, first it hurts you. then it changes you.”

you are not for everyone, darling. and everyone is not for you.

Never thought you’d see the galaxy you’re looking for in someone else’s eyes when I’ve got the whole universe in mine.

“How would you describe the color red to a color blind person?” “It’s the heat in your cheeks when you think about the person you love, the slow burn of alcohol running down your throat. It’s that loud crash of fireworks, the rasp of fur spiking the wrong way, the feeling of skin rubbed raw against cloth. It’s the quick step of a drummer’s double pedal on the bass drum, that guitar lick you heard and can’t quite remember. The sultry sound of a woman’s laugh in your ear, the sticky gooey thrum of a Ferrari’s engine. It’s abrasive and brash and altogether too much, but sometimes it’s the essence of life itself.”

I want love that is soft but made of fire.

I don’t want to be a sweetheart. I want to be the fucking love of your life.