Having sex with someone you love is passionate and wild, yet safe and secure.
I was wrong. There is no peace in pain. There is no fucking peace in pain.
Her steps are slow. She looks twice before crossing the street. Her face is slightly hidden from the world.
I vow to no longer feel responsible for the feelings of others.
It’s like the movie scene is playing on repeat. Again. And again. And again.
The unknown doesn’t scare you as much as it used to.
Loving you was young, and wild, and free.
Don’t be blinded by the darkness. It will slowly, but surely eat you alive.
The new you is waiting.
You feel lost in a mysterious land. The rush is so exhilarating.