Every man I’ve ever loved has ended up moving at least a thousand miles away from me and so sometimes I wonder if I find security in all the distance. As if the only way I’ll ever truly be loved is from afar. And so sometimes I wonder if you could love me the way … Continue reading Wandering Mind.
Category: Gallimaufry
to the girl who loves him next,
He’s allergic to tree nuts, but don’t worry, pizza’s safe. He carries around his inhaler, but you might want to invest in one too, on the off chance he forgets. Cause he’s forgetful, even when you need him to remember, but if you’re going to love him, that’s just how he is. He wants to … Continue reading to the girl who loves him next,
stuck in the clouds
I think about death more often than sometimes and when I say death I don't mean dying but lying so still my whole body’s at ease; muscles relaxed I can't feel my knees — my knees don't exist anymore because I don't exist anymore. Like water, I’m floating. My heart is the sun on a cloudless … Continue reading stuck in the clouds
It takes two.
You love watching her dance But she loves dancing with you
memories.
the truth is you're always going to remember every person you've ever loved and some will hurt more than others and others won't hurt at all but you're always going to remember them
Before I go…
There’s only one requirement for death and that’s life. Old people are dying. Young people are dying. Sick people are dying. Well people are dying. We have a start date and an end date and the question is, what are you going to do with that dash in between?
one liner.
I hate all the scenes you're not in.
2019.
To 2019, You were the sun and the storm combined Clouded by thoughts that don't stand a second chance You were beautiful all along You learned how to rockclimb because there was no other way around the boulders You lifted spirits heavier than the weights at the gym But that's okay, because you still went … Continue reading 2019.
You.
In the beginning there was love And then love became all things It became the warmth of summer The orange leaves in the fall The first fire of winter And in spring, the first bird call I remember it like it was yesterday The moment when love first consumed me First consumed love on the … Continue reading You.
B.K Laurel 