I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life.

I think girls with freckles and wavy hair are adorable. 

I’m insane, I’m telling you, completely and utterly insane! But then again, aren’t we all a little insane? There are just some people who can pull it off enough to actually look sane. There are some people who take medication or play a sport or do a hobby that makes them feel sane. But is there a person out there who has a peace of mind?

I think I fall more in love with people’s flaws then their qualities. I come from a place where the definition of beauty is perceived as someone that has perfect hair, a beautiful smile, and overall stunning features. My definition is a little different because it underlines rare qualities not many people love showing off. The people who have scars that tell stories, crooked smiles from a tough past, tired eyes from thoughts that won’t rest.. I think they’re absolutely lovely. It’s those kinds of people I can enjoy myself around and not have to feel like I have to live up to their beauty because I know they understand how it feels to be the odd one out. 

You’re a puppet.. no it has become worse. You’re her shadow, following her every move. Wherever she is, you appear. It has become somewhat irritating because I lurk in the shadows and you’re taking up my space to think. 

“I’m in love with a girl who will never love me back.”  

It will always be you.