In this desperate time we try our hardest to find divinity in, well in anything.Waiting on hope to hit us, like sold semi truck harder than ever almost destroying anything our bodies are made of, causing no real emergency almost like catching fire all that would be left is ashes, and in this case our souls could catch peace in the simplest things like the wind. Empowering our remains to find comfort in the trees, the grass and the bees.
-me
"Stop having set “qualifications” for a boyfriend/girlfriend. Being a lover is not a fucking job, and you’re not hiring a fucking employee. and yes, they will make mistakes. Yes, they will be different from what you expected. They’re human, and they have no fucking clue what they’re doing. But they love you, and they love every minute of you. So please, give them a chance."
- Got Wisdom. (stole this from Rachel k.)
Phenylethylamine (PEA), the chemical responsible for the swooning and feelings of adoration, is structurally similar to cocaine. Most people choose cocaine over love when given the chance. I wouldn’t say that’s a bad choice. The endorphins released during infatuation are similar to heroin; only they don’t make you skinny and pale. Oxytocin, “the cuddling hormone” most often found in new mothers and newlyweds, are like ecstasy- every touch feels a bit tinglier. Love exists in a bottle. In a syringe. I want mine diluted with water.
i want to study the geography of your body. i want to start a revolution with you. i want to write secret notes on your back as you sleep next to me. but what i really want is to tell you that regardless of everything, i love you. even if you never love me back… i love you. i hope that when you’re laying in bed after a night spent in some distant state or country, watching terrible tv, that you don’t feel alone. i love you.
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