little inkdrops...

3 days ago

Love is a flat 2 dimensional word for a massive 3 dimensional concept as delicate as the paper on which it’s written.

I’m afraid that love is not transcendent.

I’m scared that nothing is unconditional.

Can we predict the things we’ll say to ourselves in the future?

Gullibility is our biggest downfall, we must never believe in forever.

He is the moon and I am eclipsed.

I want to say it isn’t true but then it’d be a lie. I think about you every day and every single night.

I certainly won’t find myself looking back on this period of my life with a shred of the same perspective.

Atom bombs can burst inside and never make a sound.