(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…
Category: Love
“you gotta go after the things you want while you’re still in your prime.”
Saint Valentine’s Day 2014 has done nothing for me except to show me that I’m beginning to lose my sense of self for what society expects of me. is there a way I can get myself back? I want my just-turned-eighteen self who dared to dream big and believe that the possibilities are endless. now…
“…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
postcards from far away 