I Still Look For You During My Games Even Though We Ended It Months Ago.

My love is like those storm clouds that refuse to look normal. Love is not normal. My love is a fire that demands to be fed. One that has a passion outside the bed that we won't lay in. My love is not interested about what's in your pants. It's interested in your mind. Your thoughts. Your feelings. My love is nothing like anything you've experienced because my love is not your ex's. My love is not your mother's. This is my love. And it is only for you.

C.M. Lawliet

Blue and Green for the writing asks (:

Blue: What’s more important to you: characters or plot?

I love making characters, sometimes I get so excited about OC’s that I don’t even think about the plot before I start writing. Still, I try and have some sort of plot. In short, characters are more important to me.

Green: Pencil, typewriter, or computer?

I’m between pencil or computer. I love typing but I also love the freedom of writing. 

"Your smile is just as beautiful as the first time we met."

2 AM Thoughts (via. Wounded-writing)

Why me? Why now? Why this? Why me? Out of all the other girls who would pay to have you attention for even a minute you chose me, someone who never came to you to seek any. I’ve admired you for a while but you never felt the same way, so why now? I have so many questions in my mind about why you have taken an interest in me, but I won’t get a straight answer even if I asked. So I’ll wait until we get close to ask. But before we do anything…. Why this?

I don't know what to think

This feeling, what is it? Puppy love? A school boy crush? I hope not, I want this feeling to last. This feeling of belonging right where I am and not having to prove myself to get here. I want this to last, I want this to last. I want this peace to keep flowing over me, I want to feel like I am nothing. Because that is what I feel is going to be my escape when everything comes crashing down around me. Because you'll still be here, and I'll still be me.

Inside the Artist #5

Misery is knowing that I'm always going to be your second choice. Because there is always someone better than me.

It's fine since I'm used to it now

I can compare your love to a summer breeze. One day it is there, the next, gone. Without a trace, a smooth denial in its place. Well practiced. Well sounded. Not a fault in your tone. I rather burn without your coolness, I do not need your ice in my bones.

You are only a temporary love

Someone once told me to stay away from boys with cute smiles because they are the ones that can hurt you the most.

 2 AM Thoughts

I’m scarred that one day you’ll wake up and not love me anymore.

When we get distant.

Isn't it funny how I could talk to you for hours but it seems no one else can? I enjoy your company. I won't let someone else's opinion of you deter my thoughts of you. Because rumors are just rumors and this friendship is true.

Rumors vs Friendship