Messages To The Moon: This Kind of Love →
messagestothemooon: The love I can feel building hammers to knock down the walls of my heartbeat is the kind that keeps you at 3 AM. It’s that face that seems to have etched itself into the back of your lids, and the edge of your lips, and the spaces between your fingertips, until everything is him. It’s the kind of…
The idea of strength in two.
Watching the Hunger Games on on demand. The second time around. Mom says we are going to get our moneys worth. Lol.
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Nothing Left To Do But Live
umustcreate: In the hearth of the heart, the catharsis of dark, mashed ash of days gone by, and sighs that bounce exponentially smaller until they disappear, I set aflame sentences I used to blame you for, I want that hate no more. Consumption of mind and body unwinding, I’m finding new ways to love the one I once detested most; myself, the host of all those feelings previously set to zero that...