Lover, I Am Selfish

A dream is like a river ever changing as it flows, and a dreamer’s just a vessel that must follow where it goes.

Garth Brooks

A year of ballerina tea and vodka

“Behind every strong person lies a broken child who had to learn to stand up and take no shit.”

— lonerwolf (via stay-close)

“Sensitive people should be treasured. They love deeply and think deeply about life. They are loyal, honest and true. The simple things often mean the most to them. They don’t need to change or harden. Their purity makes them who they are.”

— Unknown

for my unrequited crush (disguise)

she wakes at dawn when the sky is painted gold, and pink, to dress in drowsiness.

she doesn’t remember when it started, when her cheeks became so pink, when her heart grew unsteady whenever she tried to think, but now instead of colouring them flush, she drains the colours from that blush to keep and hide away lest someone see it and say her thoughts, spill them aloud— no. that couldn’t be allowed.

so now she wakes two hours earlier, when the sky is painted blue, to carve her cheeks and chap her lips and give off less than she might give so no one would see it and then ask how her glow had grown so fast why her heart beat unsteady over something that she wasn’t yet ready to know.

but instead of stifling it, as she wished, the glow grew and she began to know the hurt that followed, the cramps and aches and loving pains that carved out her heart and gleaned her happiness a constant rain.

until when she tried to cover it someone noticed the flush that couldn’t be missed, under her disguise, the hope that grew in her eyes, the stabs of knives in her heart, every  single  time.

she stifled that pain. till it went away, but to this day something faint stays the pink glow that was stolen from the sun the love in which she is the only one.

“In spite of everything, I still believe people are really good at heart.”

— Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

love me to this point or don't love me at all

“I play the part I want you to see, not what you think I should be.”

— Leo

“To consider failure would mean that there’s another path for me, well there’s no other path but the one I’m making my way through.”

— Leo

Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Boys”