I would be okay with a little bit of flurries. #bmsnowflakelegs #blackmilkclothing
“Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight [they] had never chosen to bear.”
—
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
(via wordsnquotes)
““She tried to keep herself away from everything that touches her feelings. She was afraid of the idea of love; that warm feeling has threaten her frozen heart.””
“Love is your heart lying disillusioned to your thoughts due to the presence of something most unexpected. For under any other circumstance it simply does not do to defy the laws of survival. To lay the needs of another animal, of whom you have no biological responsibility for, ahead of your own requirements. Is it not most ludicrous? Should you desire to understand love remember that feeling overrides thought. We are consequence driven creatures and when pleasure is found we are most keen to come crawling back for more; with love each new fusion of chemicals brings a slightly different reaction more intricate and exciting than the last. It is the only time our drive for pleasure overpowers our drive for survival. Love is a mechanism we are yet to understand that holds an ability to shake us to the core. We do not control love, it controls us. To have the power to break another soul often leads us to destroy our own in panic. The disillusion leads to unexpected responses which can prove both wonderful and horrific. One day a person may jump in front of a car to protect their loved one, other days they may be the car. Love shall bring out the best and worst in an individual. There lies no person who can claim they have no weakness after falling in love. You cannot deny that love in its purest form is perhaps the most gut wrenching form of torture. But take the chemicals and the formulas and the explanations away and you’re left with two thirty seven year olds chasing each other around the apartment laughing until they fall legs entwined to the floor. You have two teenagers sitting in the library stealing glances at each other forgetting the book for all they desire to read is the other’s mind. You have an elderly couple with eyes that still glisten as if they were twenty three. So learn that this may never make any coherent sense and thus cannot truly be explained; how can we define love when love defines us?”
— DEFINE LOVE - a touching request by @mahhhhkhaela23 (via the-teenage-poet)
You know that place between sleep and awake? That place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you… That’s where I’ll be waiting.
Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you, grows you, or makes you happy.
