You want love? Then make it.

Love comes so easy when you let it. It happens in a moment you may not even notice; when you think about the world in which you are without it. And when it ends, which it will -even if its death that separates you- that pain you feared will come. That pain we’ve all grown so familiar with doesn’t get any better if you know its coming directly at you.

I love the color you add to my world.

Blah blah #n

What if the world was the way songs made it out to be? 

I guess you just have to make it so in your own head.

But then I worry that my head will get so far into the clouds

that I wont be able to come back down. To slip over that edge.

interrobang-ler:

how to be a writer

• start to write something
• pause and read over what you have so far
• cringe
• backspace everything
• exit out of your computer
• cry on the floor

kairosclerosis

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.

My confusion

I sit quietly in despair, I’ll hide my romance, I’ll hide my romance

And love, just like blood, will always stain.