#* anna

anna quentin.

something you fear. even as you crave it with every inch of your body, the concept of love and being loved fills you with a kind of fear that is difficult to articulate. to fully love, to throw yourself down the wishing well, is to be vulnerable. feeling deeply is discouraged, displaying those emotions is all but forbidden, so how can you ever truly fall in love? would you even want to? to love someone is to give them power over you and how can a person bear to do that? the only thing in life that you can ever fully control is your own decisions and to love... to love would compromise even that. no matter how lonely you are and how desperately you want someone to be there when you reach out, is it worth the risk? 

delilah monroe. 

something you’ll find eventually. chasing fairy tales is fun for a while but eventually, it’s better to just live your life and wait for the good to find you. love is out there, blooming and growing and changing and dying every single day. to pursue it is to try to catch the rain. you’ll get wet but still be left empty handed. perhaps love is something that comes to you, perhaps it is something you foster within yourself. perhaps love is a state of mind, a state of being. regardless, the harder you search for it the harder it is to find. better to stand with your arms open for when it arrives than spend your life fruitlessly running.