on love

We all love differently. Just because I don’t express mine in the way you believe I should does not make it any less of a love.

Passion and love for something takes many forms. Obviously, yours is extremely different from mine. So stop judging, it’s offensive.

eternallycoilingserpent:

Have an effect;
don’t let anyone tell you
you are nothing

You are something,
whatever that may be.

You have a gift —
a presence on this earth
that is unrivaled.

Not by me; by him; by her.
You are who you are.

That is all that matters. 

(via 4rtless5incerity)

if you asked me why i like you,

i wouldn’t have an exact answer, because to be honest, there isn’t a real reason why i do. there’s just something about you. your personality, the way you smile, or your humor. something about you catches my attention & draws me to you.

(Source: m-ceee, via 4rtless5incerity)

Regret tastes like…

burningmuse:

Lead Staff Note: Excellent.

longtallandcute:

when I was a child, I discovered
that regret has a unique flavour.
indeed, it has more than one
and we all become connoisseurs
the more opportunities we get.
the white-hot chilli of shame
burns and writhes in our guts.
a bitter grapefruit of foolishness
when we know,
we should have known.
and quiet maudlin regret, salty
like tears (or salt spray on a car window
as it leaves the seaside)
and the piquant banquet,
combination of all of them
that I only taste when I think
of you