“After months of freezing and shivering under a grey sky, your genuine laugh warmed me at first try, sparked something in my chest I hadn’t thought was still in me, made my hands tremble like a paper boat at sea.”— // paper boats
j.d.m.
When it all started, I swore to myself that even if feelings were involved I would not make a foolish mistake of going too far. You were to good to be true, possessed traits that I had craved to see and experience in a person.
I knew that this will end with me hurting myself, because being with you feels like I am free falling with no safe landing zone. It looks beautiful, and it feels beautiful but there is no way I would make it out alive. This I know of very well, yet here I am.
Falling for someone is in nobody’s hands; it is neither your fault nor mine. What should’ve been was me preparing myself a landing zone since I had foreseen our demise. You have your parachute, but you are not holding me with you.
I wish I had cut all ties earlier on. If I do so now, I would be falling for you all over again. Only this time, I am falling alone without you.
- w.
“but you see darling, one day could never define your worth. there is too much magic in every inch of you that deserves to be adored endlessly. there is too much gold in your bones to only be celebrated for a few hours.”
— iambrillyant
“Hey you. Yes, you. Gentle reminder that you’re badass and beautifully human for getting up, showing up, and facing whatever demons are trying to destroy you.”— M
accept what you have been running from. that’s the first step to recovering from the damage that follows. denial is the devil that convinces you that guilt is better than reality. don’t believe him. don’t eat that fruit.
kira malibu
“Love me or let me go. I don’t deserve this in-between attitude of yours. You tell me to go away but keep a rope looped around my waist so you can pull me back whenever you choose. The line is tangled; I can’t follow the rope back to you, but you can track my every move. That’s not fair. I refuse to exist in this limbo. Either hold me tight or cut me loose.”
—I’m not your plaything (1/6/19)