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| The first time I saw you I was amazed. Look at you, you're beautiful. Conversation was awkward, But the space between us, electric. The scent of you enveloped me, like comfort. Did I know then how easily you would fit inside my heart A hand inside a glove? Your hand moved to fill the gaps between us Your fingers entwined around mine Warmth from the cold The way you said my name softly spoken, special Your voice on the phone, My heart catches in my throat Because you love me. I was weak and you were strong, With you, I belong, I'm home.
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| A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem. Or as good, as bad, as vulnerable, as strong, or as sweet. We are thickly layered, page by page, behind simple covers.

and only the ones we keep close to our heart know.
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and the rainbow is beautiful
after the storm. | | |
| trouble.She thought for a second. "It's not that I believe everything happens for a reason," she said. "It's just that...I just think some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is."
maybe? D:
i'm, quite frankly to say, nervous.
it's not good to expect trouble, but it's been a tumultuous year and i can't help expecting it, dreading it.
the feeling is hanging over my head; like something to go wrong. a ripple to break the water's smooth surface.
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i'm just a worrywart, aren't I?
please tell me so.
i know i know ur probly thinking 'wahtsup with this girl weih. when her life's sucky then she grumbles now when it's fine she also nervous' ... wtheck rite!  | | |
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