Tender Kisses on my Forehead.

Something beautiful happened to me.

And then I broke it.

We are miles apart until I am in his arms--his toxic, crushing embrace.

I am small and insecure and timid and scared when he is away and too intoxicated by the nectar of his touch when we're together to ask him why he let me break us. For those sweet precious minutes his arms, his hands, his lips are the tape that masks together my crushed and shattered spirit. Those minutes of a taped up existence are infinitely more beautiful than me without him entirely.

Aren't they?

The blade of this pain, carefully carving its way to my heart is worth it.

Isn't it?

Funny thing is before you kissed me, you told me you were frightened of hurting me. I should have been the one afraid.

Truth. Yo.

I've received the best piece of advice from my new favourite person in the whole wide world. He tells me: Haters gonna hate.

And that's enough for me.

I am happy.

It feels good.

My Very Own Karamazov

It has been a lovely last two days. In some ways and in some moments my world has come crashing down upon me, crushing me like a wave crushes a cliff, slowly yet forcefully eroding it bit by bit. But then there were those other moments. Those moments that lifted me from the fury of the tides and let me hover above it all for awhile. Perhaps it was the wings of butterflies in all their flurry, swirling about in my stomach. Some of the worst words of my life read out on Friday, and yet my good God did send to me the face of an angel to lift me from the heartbreaking despair. We laughed and ate and read and watched and talked and listened and drove and felt the soft breeze of happiness swirl in wisps of ribbon around and around us, tying us together in a tangle that only we could understand. And I am so happy and blissful that I want to share it with the world. And the only pain I can comprehend now is that I can't call my best friend and talk and whisper and laugh until I start to cry because I can't remember the last time I was so at peace that the scars on my heart seemed hardly real at all.

And my head told my heart let love grow.

when your mind is playing a loop of memories you'd rather forget..

Kinda the perfect playlist.

It was a rough day.

Come Away With Me

By the end of this year I will be somewhere completely new. I will find out where I'm going in a few weeks. I'm not running away, I'm running forward into the unknown adventure of my life.

People Always Leave