Today I woke up and I undressed. Buried under the layers of fabric and skin I found a bag of bones that showed me exactly what it means to be bare. Bare but not barren; I do not feel empty or without, rather I feel stripped of all the things that I thought would fill me up, but haven’t.
I don’t know if I’ll ever understand how a heart the size of my fist falls in love the way mine does. I love deep, real deep.
Real talk right now, fuck being taken advantage of.
is love a dream? no. it’s as heavy as a bassline.– (via crashsitesss)
I drove home at 5:40 this morning with a heart filled with all the things that make me feel at peace. I wish I had more words in my gaping vacuum head because I don’t know if I could ever accurately paint the way the sun spread its rays across the valley mountains and concrete lanes this morning. It crept over the peaks starting as far east as the eye could see. The silhouette was vivid:...
Have you ever felt your veins shake because the blood in them was flowing so violently? My skin feels taut because everything inside is aching, pulling, stretching to be out. It’s days like this I feel my very core is acres too large for this tiny frame. I can’t tell you how often I feel over-sized because of this.
I am too exhausted to say anything valid right now
I barely know you, but the first time I saw you there was something about you...– Ever felt like that? (via crashsitesss) um, Yes.
You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are...– Anais Nin
how much I enjoy being alone, walking home, just me and my bike, at 2:30 in the morning is not my idea of a good time. There’s a reason why this was not one of the activities listed in previous post. I’m pretty sure I’ll be afraid of the dark ‘til it’s the only thing I see.
from here on out it’s all love