This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it’s just the two of you, alone in a room, you can pretend that this is how it is, this is how it will be.

I’m trying to figure out most days what being a man means… I don’t drink fight or love but this days I find myself doing all three

I see teacups in your smiles upside down glowing. Your hands are like my heart, on some days how it trembles. Let us hold them together. I am like you. I too at times am filled with fear, but like a hallway must find the strength to walk through it. Walk through this with me. Walk through this me.

#freepeople

arealmofpossibility:

I love everything about this.

I’ve stopped stealing pages out of poetry books, but last week I pocketed a thesaurus and looked for synonyms for you but could only find rain and more rain and a thunderstorm that sounded like glass, like crystal, like an orchestra.

Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does…

The cigarettes you light one after another won’t help you forget her.

I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you.

(via aroseandacupoftea)