"Their love was forbidden, but they couldn't help but be drawn to each other like moths to a flame, unable to resist the pull of the darkness."

Where my throuples at this Valentines season?!?!!!

In the late night pandering, I know you are the night sky to my moon. Courtney Peppernell said it better, but they were right. You are gorgeous, if only you could understand when I say that.

They say love is hard, and complicated, and it takes work. I don’t think so. I think solid relationships take work, being with someone through everything good and bad takes work, being present and attentive and showing your love in meaningful ways takes work, but loving is easy. I love so hard and so fast and forever. I still love so many people and things and places that I haven’t seen is years and will probably never see a again, but I love them, and I hope they know that.

I used to hate the expression fall in love because I couldn’t imagine falling in love with someone the way they talked about in movies, tearful confessions and fights and makeup making out in the rain, but then I realized the movies weren’t always right and doesn’t have to look like that, and I do fall in love. I fall in love everyday, in so many ways. I fall in love with myself, realizing all the ways I’m important and I matter because I forget sometimes, but that means I get to remember and fall in love all over again. I fall in love with my pets, for just existing, honestly I fall in love with a lot of people, places, things, and ideas just for existing, and I think that’s important too, because I don’t really know all the reasons I love, sometimes I don’t know any, but that’s okay, because I don’t need a reason to love, sometimes I just do. I love my friends, and my family, my pets, my books, my favorite hot tea, my chipped old mug, my cactus that somehow survives, my bad artwork from when I was little, the terrible selfies I took where I looked so happy for no reason, the trees that littler the ground with sticks to crunch under foot, the playlists people have made that I still use on bad days, my favorite comfort show, my second grade teacher who talked me down from my first panic attack, my first kiss and my best friend I had it with, my wreck it Ralph keychain on my chest guard that makes me miss my friends and my coach, my best friend I can’t talk to anymore but I’ll wait forever on, my whole world. I love the world. It’s just so easy to love, you all are. Maybe my love doesn’t look like the love on tv, but I have so much of it to give, so you can have some, all you need, I’ll be here. I love you, if no one told you that today then, they have now. Love is good, tell something or someone that you love them today, they probably need a reminder, and maybe you do too.

I ranted a bit there, but I thought everyone should be privy to tonight midnight writing rant, so there you go. Have a nice night, or morning, or whatever time of day you saw this. And while we’re at it, drink something, doesn’t have to be water just something, go eat if you need to, take a mental break, go shower maybe, maybe walk around or stretch if that’ll feel good, just check in with yourself. Ok, have a good night.

ugh Junho showing his love in soo many other ways 😭😭

How do I love? I love quietly, shyly, intimately. I love you with small gestures, little notes and personal moments. No grand feats and functions, but i notice everything about you.��

I won't admit to loving you, but I'll keep your chat open on my home screen. I won't let you feel the satisfaction from my sentiment, but I'll thrill every time you text me. 

You may think I'm rude and sarcastic, but I'll shelve my pride and be the first to fix things after we fight. I'll be green towards all your friends, because I want that one extra moment with you. 

How do I love? I love too much and too brightly with all my heart, and only a sliver gets through to the outside.

SWEET NOTHINGS

A man stumbled upon a place he'd never been,

Met a women whose kind he'd never known,

They spoke in different tongues and talking seemed inoperable,

And so she sang him a song,

A song of words foreign to his ears,

He didn't understand but found that he listened,

Not so much for the song but her voice,

Her voice, itself, was enough reason never to leave,

And so he stayed,

He stayed for as long as he could trick time,

He dreamed, with this women, dreams he wished were his life,

But all hearts must break and so he left with no goodbyes,

He told himself he did so to lessen her pain,

But he isn't sure now whose pain he was trying to ease.

On his journey towards a place where she was not,

He realized the women's song was stuck in his head,

Where once was a void now resided a string of melodies,

Sweet nothings he's come to know better than his name,

He dares not sing it himself,

He would trip on the cracks of his voice into the darkness he once came,

So he hums,

And in his silent hums...he hears her.

~Unconventional~

“A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets. But now you know there was a man named Jack Dawson and that he saved me in every way that a person can be saved."

Being seen.

Oneirophobia, Sedatephobia, Somniphobia

The sandman broke up with Me a few years ago and instead of sand he brings me gravel.

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On repeat in my head until I start to feel lifeless. Restless waking, my lungs pant. Skin is clamey. My toes create circles on carpet as I shamefully eat chocolate to comfort myself. My cat is chasing mice in his favorite past time. My baby is peaceful snoring across the hall. The silence of the night Is unfathomable and uncomfortable. I perplex why I can't find the peace they do.

But on the weekends I feel better. Long legs stretch out next to me, long Arms hold me, I'll bury my head on his chest when he's unaware and I stare at the cold white wall next to me.

Thump thump next to my ear my racing heart slows down. My muslces untense as I try travel to slumber. I feel a sense of safety and comfort no matter how mad we have gotten that day.

I feel shatterproof even if our skin doesn't touch.

On the weekends my sheets turn to clouds and I stand no chance on coming down.

Let me litter your body with the colors of my kisses. Different shades of reds pinks browns and purples. Then they'll know. Everyone will know. Te adoro me amor. Volver a mí.

First there is love, that is rooted in the pursuit of our own happiness, and we revel in the feelings of reciprocation that it brings, for we seek affection.

Then, there is the true love that demands sacrifice, the willingness to prioritize the other person's happiness above your own. It is a love that requires strength and bravery, to let go of someone you love knowing that it is for the best.

And yet, beyond even this, there is true unconditional love. A love that endures beyond the physical realm, beyond life itself. A love that defies all reasons and expectations, for it persists even when it is not reciprocated.

To truly love unconditionally, is to love knowing you'll never be loved. It is to have the strength of letting go and still loving them. It is both a blessing and a curse. The most beautiful thing of all yet so tragic. Something that is unbreakable, absolute and persists in emptiness.