#ig @httpsraniasvibess

we'd say we loved each other but we do things that hurt us.

she does not deserve the world. No. as the world is ugly and filled with horrible people. she deserves all the beautiful things in this messed up world. she deserves morning breakfasts in bed a garden full of roses not sunflowers boat trips at 12 am to her favorite spot near an abandoned island hell, she deserves a star named after her. she deserved everything beautiful and sadly, she didn't know it.

its aching sometimes to find out the people you loved the most turn out to be everything you ever least expected.

you don't tell me you miss me no more.but baby did i do anything wrong?

surrealist. her paintings spoke so loud. almost chaotic. you'd try to understand it but it's almost impossible. she was an artist carving stories inside her canvas hoping one day someone will understand it.

you might never understand my ways of you showing you love. Since I never really told you I love you. But I've expressed it into ways words could've never showed. I loved you when I woke you up from bed because you were having a nightmare. I loved you when I made us breakfast at 3am in the morning just because we were too lazy to go out. I loved you even when I took the bottle of vodka from you just to stop you from talking about how you wanted to marry me in your sleep. I loved you even in your darkest days when you wanted nothing but to fall asleep in my arms. I loved you so damn much when you were putting your favorite song in the car and dancing your worries away. I loved you so much when you told me your lame jokes and i called you an idiot. I loved you so much that I no longer thought the sea was what kept me alive. but you did. You were oceans and every damn sea and I couldn't do anything about it , but fall inlove with you every single day. - you were oceans and every damn sea.

love is the most powerful element of life. It craves the adrenaline feeling when your blood rushes from the top of your skull to the tip of your toes. The adrenaline intertwines with the flustering butterflies that are racing between the pit of your stomach creating a burning tornado called 'love'