if you’re here after “the signs of love” post, follow collidingkiss because i don’t really update this much anymore as you can see, and i’ve started writing on that one a bit.
I think that you should do crazy, reckless things for love - board a train with no destination in mind, and get off when you have a feeling; ask out the first person you see. Take chances; life isn’t always a hit or miss. Meet someone in a coffeeshop that isn’t Starbucks. Lock eyes across a room, and in that split second when you’re deciding whether to walk over or not, stop thinking and start moving. For a week, kiss a different person each day; maybe you’ll find something greater than just the feeling of lips against lips. Have a one night stand that turns into a more-than-one-night stand. Forget what your parents or your friends or your community thinks; in ten years they won’t care and in a hundred years they’ll all be gone anyway. Take risks. Find someone who makes you happy and keep them. Close your eyes and go on a date with the first person you hear with a pretty voice. Hold a stranger’s hand; it only takes one touch. Wait for a laugh you want to listen to for the rest of your life and marry the person it belongs to. Save just enough money to fly across the world to a girl in another continent and either stay forever or bring her back with you.
I think that you should do absolutely fucking ridiculous, inconvenient, insane things for love, because you only get one shot at life so you might as well make it count - and leave behind a story or two along the way.
I said I wanted a kiss goodbye. But what I meant was, I wanted to spend every last moment I had kissing you until I didn’t have any time left to.
Sometimes I have moments where I think, the sky is so beautiful (even though it’s raining) and the weather is so nice (even though it’s freezing.) Usually those moments are with you.
Words, although they’re descriptive, can only say so much. So if we’re being honest, you make me feel like asdfghjkl;’adsghdfjgh.
yes i did my darling sarah :) thank you <3
The Mayan temples crumbled and the Roman Empire fell. The Berlin Wall simmered in twenty-two years of decay and bombs absorbed the entirety of Japan, great mushroom clouds hovering in billowing dust. Mount Vesuvius froze time in Pompeii, encasing its citizens in stone and hot ash.
Nothing is permanent, but nothing is final either. The destruction of one thing always leads to the creation of another. The birth and death of a day happens in twenty-four hours. I do not believe in the end.