That is what is wrong with cold people. Not that they have ice in their souls - we all have a bit of that - but that they insist every word and deed mirror that ice. They never learn the beauty or value of gesture. The emotional necessity. For them, it is all honesty before kindness, truth before art. Love is art, not truth. It’s like painting scenery.
a bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? i wish we could feel like that more often. i also wish i could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere i like. i wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. and i wish i could get lost in the stars.
listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.
U aren’t supposed 2 eat unripe bananas because they contain starches that u can’t digest easily. It will sit in ur stomach and ur body will use all of it’s energy trying 2 digest the unripe banana instead of using the life energy the banana is giving 2 u. Sometimes I get scared that u don’t know how much I love u. They r the same feeling