No matter how many people care about you… if you can’t be open with them about who you truly are, you’re still alone.
hat the words would be she didn’t know, couldn’t imagine, but they would be thrilling and extraordinary
ometimes when she was alone with him she would shiver with excitement, feeling that now surely the time had come at last—in a moment the words would flow romantically from his lips.
I won’t apologise for being me
A part of me thinks he needs to save himself, and the other part of me wants to be the one to save him.
I hope you love, and not hurt like I did.
I breathe,
in hopes
of forgetting
the reasons
not to.
But how do I tell you that I’m desperate to drown in you? Or that oxygen is overrated, compared to your scent. Is ‘let me get lost in your world’ too upfront, or would you let me dive into it?
Sometimes we fall down because there is something down there we're supposed to find
Don't measure how a man feels by what he says. Look at what he does.