It wasn’t love, I don’t know what it was, but there was a feeling. Some kind of falling. Some kind of sinking.
I’ve found the one that is determined to let me live without disappointment crowding my corner, he clears the cobwebs and kills the spiders.
There’s a psychological explanation behind why thunderstorms are actually great for alleviating your anxiety.
there is the sound of white rain
playing sweet music on my window
leaving tears on the glass
it’s always the empty again / always
the streetlights / the rain flooding the
pavement / always the waiting for
His lips collided with hers, silencing the name of the man who threatened to come between them. One hand cupped the back of her head while the other held onto the side of her face. He kissed her like he hated her, hard and fierce. Like at any moment she might disappear before his eyes.
Some people need to grow up, and the best way that you can help them do that is with tough love through distance.
You don’t get me yet
you get to chase me
and court me
I am not going to simply just lay down
like a prize.
I’m only interested in the love that is permanent. In the kind of love that knows there are other paths, other routes, and exit signs at every turn, and yet, stays on the path, trusts the road ahead.
When the universe doesn’t bring them back to you, trust the universe.