i. you are currently at the synapse where emotion meets logic but oh how i like you you make my knees weak and cause my cheeks to turn uncharted depths of red and when i see you my heart furiously beats, trying to break out of its ribcage, just to be closer to you
you’ve gotten in my bloodstream, i can feel you pumping through my veins
ii. your self-hatred will engulf and drown you. your insecurity will smother you in your sleep. your sadness is a novel you’ve authored yourself.
iii. i’ve met ponds and rivers and maybe even a lake or two but you were the fucking ocean. you always spoke of how people viewed your vastness with apprehension, but you should have known it was only because they found solace in shallower waters. i would have walked all your shorelines. i would have swallowed every wave. i would have gladly drowned in your depths. i cried my own ocean the day i found out you didn’t want me swimming in your waters.
iv. i know you are made of the earth but God must have filled you up with stars because you are brilliant in every sense of the word
"Fight Like A Girl"
Photo collection // Fall 2014
The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot - Brand New