run with red.

I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning

I think it’s brave to try to be happy.

I am pressed so hard against the earth by the weight of reality that some days I wonder how I am still able to lift my feet to walk.

I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.

Every lover I have ever had gazed upon me like a traveler wandering through scorched earth. Only to journey through me to get to their picture perfect pastures. The minute they are without my cracked thundercloud horizon, they realize that I am not worth the charred bark that litters my landscape. "i was so brave to cross such disaster to get to you.” They always say, to their new blue sky. “i was so brave to love this kind of ruin.”

Really I just want to say hello. To be reminded of your stare

Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

To trust is sometimes to surrender.

Before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart.