Bleedingoverpages - Bleeding

"I have a butterfly for a heart, it bumbles and flutters.. flying like a little lover of stars. It lands on your finger, in your chest, and it lingers a little longer on your vest.. it flies to the heavens and back with wishes on it's little back, and then.. well, then it feeds off of the pollen of your smile as a snack. And then it mates with your soul to sedate the moons glow, saying let the love flow.."

If I had a butterfly for a heart, I wouldn't mind if it was in your stomach - eUë

Your scent is like a drug to me like my own personal brand of heroin.

—Stephenie Meyer, Twilight (The Twilight Saga, #1)

In your memories, I am drunk on the poison named Love

"When I think of you, it's hard not to think of your gorgeous smile.. so hard, but I think of how kind and soft you are even when you are so strong. I think of how your voice is as gentle as a soft little breeze and it softly touches my soul like a hurricane of bliss kissing me in ways that I could never dream.. the lips of a goddess are quite simply a soft kindness that grace you with her tender happiness when you do right by her, they sweetly kiss your body in ways that heal the very skin that they touch.. gentle erotic sensations swirl on your sexy flesh, but I regress.. it's hard not to.. when I think of you, I think of beautiful mountain views and bodies in space beyond the realm of beauty into the spectacular, breathless, vivid, timeless, perfection. Sweet, sweet perfection that lights up your face when you look at me.. when you touch my soul like I matter more than anything in the world, you make me feel. FEEL. You make me feel so many things, but what I love most is that you make me feel as if I am living in a tiny heartbeat, a soft breath.. you make me feel alive, so alive. Every time that I think of you, my heart beats in tandem with the universe, planets, stars, constellations.. they all align into perfection, cause you are a goddess.. you are perfection.. and you are the love of my life."

How could I not worship the places where your hands touch, those beautiful hands are connected to your amazing heart - eUë

“Hoping for the best, prepared for the worst, and unsurprised by anything in between.”

— Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

I look at the same sky that rains on you <3

What was he supposed to do? Forget her like a vivid dream? Or remember her like a distant reality?

— Cross You Heart, Take My Name.

"It's just that I need to speak to someone.

Not someone. You"

—One Day

Just awoken

From a three hour nap

Feeling wasted days

Drip away

Longing to keep wasting

Exhaustion taking

Over what’s left of

Late fall daylight

Lazing away

A chilly fall haze

Searching to remember

To be

In feeling

Waiting to want

To do

Anything

Even a pile of long over due

Doing nothing

As I sit

In my bed

Under warm heavy blankets

Warming cold hands

With thoughts

Of dreaming

Away the rest of my day

I make time to write

To settle my mind

Perhaps it needs startled

Out of looping time

My days have doubled

With a three hour nap

I might never arise

Out of morning glazes

Under warm heavy blankets

I want to be craving

Maybe, in the end, our hopes were the wrong way around. But what am I, what are you, if not a misdiagnosis? And if so, is there a way out?

—Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes.