“I do not love you.”

(image credits to Ryann Reyes on Tumblr) I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never…

“…but you mean more, mean more to me than any color I can see.”

yes, I’m beginning to feel a lonely and my whole ‘stay focused on being a career woman’ stance is beginning to sway. it’s making me feel sad and nostalgic and pine after a particular specimen of the opposite gender who I know bears no such similar sentiments towards my person. God forbid this be permanent;…

“we believe…

“We believe in this love.” – We Believe, Good Charlotte