“Do you believe in love?” asks someone. “Not really. But, don’t get me wrong. I do believe in love, I do believe in soulmates, happily ever after, someone you believe as the ‘one’. I have seen other people find that, that’s why I know it’s real out there. I just think that love is not meant for me.”
Excerpt from the book I’ll never write #69 (via hereliesmybrokenheart)
Melancholic
It was a moment between the day and night, In between lunch and dinner time, It comes when you least expect it. But you just had to know, You have to keep going ;
A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
Poems are my way of conversations
Oh honey, I’ve never believed A word you said. Until you told me, Shooting stars Are rock and dust. Burning up. Falling unto us. Just like us, Falling in love. Have a fight. Good and bad. But to me, You are light To my dark sky
Fall for me in the middle of August
It happened too soon when it shouldn’t.
Ladies of MARVEL 👊👊
you: I am Diana of Themyscira, daughter of Hippolyta. In the name of all that is good, your wrath upon this world is over.
me, an intellectual: I am Moana of Matunui. You will board my boat and sail across the sea to restore the heart of Te Fiti