#1995june

My only advice to you is to love, love, and love. Love like there will be no more sunrises or sunsets or no more tomorrows. And if by some chance the sun rises again and tomorrow arrives, love some more, love again.

Perhaps falling in love is not meant to be some grand gesture. Maybe it is meant to be light and silly and only mildly fulfilling, what if we’ve been doing it wrong all of this time by making it the center of our universes? The main goal of our lives? What if I could be in love and in love and in love and I never had to fall?

I’ve always wondered what it must be like to not only be beautiful, but to also feel beautiful.

Most people think that sadness is the heaviest feeling they will ever come to know, but there is absolutely nothing heavier than the weightlessness of emptiness bearing down on the soul.

I wonder why we’ve began biting our tongues and swallowing our feelings and choking on our truths. Since when has it become romantic to hold on to the ‘I love you’s’ and 'I miss you’s,’ instead of setting them free.

Remember this: There’s a reason why you buried the memories of what used to be deep within you, in places you thought you’d never seek out again. Nostalgia is the enemy, don’t let it dig up old memories and lie to you all over again.

I’ve loved people who haven’t loved me and have been loved by people who I didn’t love in return. And I do not know which is worse, to be broken or to break.

The truth is, I have come undone in ways that you cannot begin to even imagine. My bones are only calcium and my teeth are not stars. They are ivory knives that pierce my tongue every time I speak your name. And what you don’t know is that someday galaxies I cannot control will form from the destruction you’ve left behind.