I am pleased with my expierence, and knowing that it was honestly possible for me to love someone with every fiber of my heart. I just wish it wouldn’t have taken me so long to realize, to embrace rather than reject something so incredible.

metamorphosis has been happening in my stomach, and now I’m throwing up butterflies.

I wish I still had the inspiration I did back in the day, to actually start something and finish it.  I miss high school painting.

this is not real. it never was. it was a figment of my imagination.

I heard brand new on the radio the other day, I almost threw up.

oh heart, such a terrible thing, recognizing nothing it should.

definedstraightlines:

Tell me how you feel.

A question a girl would ask.

When it should be, do not tell me, but show me.

Words are more often lies than not.

Mouths are too often whores.
Open to whoever will come.
Open to all who will hear.

Mouths are too often politics.
Too often saying what you may not feel.
Easily swayed by your obsession with winning.

can we walk for hours, and talk about nothing, just enjoying the company and the atmosphere, can we love unconditionally, with pure hearts, knowing this is where we want to be endlessly? 

yes please?