You only realize how much you miss someone when something happens – good or bad and the only person you want to tell is the one person who isn’t there.
I want to burn hearts with brilliance and engulf souls with compassion. I want to be loved for my thoughts and nothing else.
Like the moon she had a side of her so dark, that even the stars couldn‘t shine on it, she had a side of her so cold, that even the Sun couldn‘t burn on it.
She’s like the pieces of quotes that are splattered in ink in her favorite books. She’s the road trips she hopes to go on. She’s the beautiful characters that mesmerized her in her favorite books.
You tried to change didn’t you? But you should know you’re terrifying and strange and beautiful, something not everyone knows how to love.
I love unmade beds, I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies, I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I fall in love with their breakdowns, and their smeared makeup and their day dreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to even put into words.
I have the deepest affection for uncommon conversations. The ability to just sit back and talk about love, about life, about anything and everything. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours under the moon.
She was both love and storms of pain. All heartbeats and hurricanes. ~ Shakieb Orgunwall.