Proper Order

The day our eyes met, it was crystal clear that the stars had realigned themselves. They spelled out your name and the thousand ways we were never supposed to be....

unconventional

i live my life at cross purposes with society’s established narrative. no milestones will be met in said order, or at the designated time. no categories will be complied with. nothing will be done at the appointed time or even ever. i will repeat some things endlessly and pass all acceptable limits. i don’t care. i will walk backwards through time and spit in the face of any destiny offered to me.

impressions

when reality trips you, daydreams should cushion your landing.

Home

Surround yourself with people you can think out loud with. People who you aren’t scared to share your thoughts with, your insecurities, your failures. People who encourage you to follow your dreams and people who make you laugh so hard your stomach fucking hurts. People who understand you on such a fundamental level, fuck— it’s like coming home.

Antithesis

She was a contradiction. So easy to please and yet only a few could ever truly understand why she was what she was. And even less would love her for it.

Circumstance

Just like that, she retreated into a story she never meant to write for herself.

Adjustment

When people say they have changed— no one ever changes completely. They just become a fuller, and hopefully better, version of themselves.

sustained

i want you so close that they cannot begin to tell us apart.

Chapter 12, page #13

Soul drunk morning.
Skin on skin.
Art between the sheets.
Connection intoxication.
130 mph, exotic car, open highway.
Holding hands, music loud, smiling.
Lunch in the city, eye contact.
Adventure. Art museum by chance.
Stealing kisses in the elevator.
Hands in places they want to call home.
Nothing else matters...

the invitation

when he holds your hand, raises it to his lips for a kiss—like royalty, while maintaining eye contact the entire time.  

oh. my. fucking. god.

Déjà Vu

You felt familiar the moment I met you. A lovely sort of déjà vu. The minute we spoke I became overwhelmed by the powerful sensation we had been here before. And when we kissed, I felt the energy of a thousand lives on your lips, as though our souls had known one another all along.

Embossed

He tasted like a paper cut from my favorite book. I’ve never had something hit my tongue with such a territory to my soul. It was as if he knew me as a word, and kept whispering it until it was pressed deep into my bones.

Home

“‘Kiss me.” she said. And all he heard in his heart was, “I’ve found you, you’re safe now.”

Thermogenesis

He was danger. She was chaos. They were bound to clash marvelously and tragically.

Unchained

He wrapped her safely in his arms and smiled. “Baby, I just can’t keep quiet about you - to friends, to family, even perfect strangers on the street. I want to shout it from every rooftop in every city and town. I want to announce my affections for you with such passion that even the farthest stars will know who you are.”

discontent

we dance with our demons to an endless melody— swaying, sizing up our lover, seeing who trips first.

Absorbed

Love is a drug and you were the first hit. I remember the sting of the needle and the rush of the high. I knew then that you were the addiction I would die for.

discord

I am trying to make every moment count, without throwing myself all over the place, without tearing myself apart. I am trying to make sense of the chaos inside of me, without breaking myself, without killing myself at the end of the day.

Razor’s edge

We walk the line between
destiny and disaster.
The world begs us
to slow down,
but we keep going faster.

Whether we end up
in each other’s arms
or go down in flames,
in their final moments
my lips will be wrapped
around your name.

Cause & Effect

"Baby, I need you."

Content

Love

Happiness

Paradise

Crashhhh....

"Baby, I love you."

Euphoria

Intoxication

High

Excitement

Rushhhh.....

"Baby, I need to see you."

Withdrawal

Depression

Dependency

Cravings

Crashhhh....

"Baby, one more time."

Pleasure

Heaven

Ecstasy

Exhilaration

Rushhhh....

"Baby..."

Irritable

Depressed

Disphoric mood

Angry

Suicidal

Crashhhh....

"Baby, I can't live without you."

Rushhhh...

Receive love, take a loan, get an advance.
Fuck yeah...
Good feelings ridden with debt when you crash.

beauty in darkness

My dark nature is pure white.
I am the innocent.
The protector.
The destroyer.
The unpredictable soul.
The spiritual angel.
Living on the edge.
Living to the fullest.

I seek more purity and beauty in darkness.

Exist.
Express.
Explore...

Unrivaled

There are three types of people you’ll meet in your life.

Type one will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that they only find interesting, ignoring the rest.

The second type will take their time reading through every one of your chapters and fold corners of you that inspired them most, so maybe they can go back and re-read their favorite parts.

It’s the third type that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book, and remembers every chapter, beginning to end, word for word.