Loud Silent Thoughts

To those terrorizing innocent people in both Paris and the rest of the world. How can you look into the eyes of each of those terrified people and rip the life out of them? If God does exist, he hates you as much as the rest of the world- I promise you that.

There’s so much I want to say to you. But I’ve already given you everything I have and now I’m too broken to say or do anything else. All I’ll say is that I miss you. I’m pretty sure I’ll love you forever. And if it wasn’t for distance, maybe we’d still be able to make each other feel whole. 

I hate people telling me what to feel.  I feel how I fucking feel. 

They say time’s supposed to heal ya, but I ain’t done much healing...

I love too hard. Too much. It scares me. It bubbles over bursting at the seams but no one is worthy Should they exist, I hope they find me So we can rise above this tsunami together and make sure the other doesnt drown among the seaweed of our thoughts. - H.H