harmony
Lining into place our lips lock like grinding gears at a syncopated speed and grace. This is how love tastes.
Lining into place our lips lock like grinding gears at a syncopated speed and grace. This is how love tastes.
I’m in between realities. The paths are unwritten and untrodden. Often I look to the steps left by others to trace into my own picture. I won’t be doing that this time. I am alone and am in need to accept. They don’t find me enticing. I am sad, but not broken. When they are ready they will find me.
and when will it stop?
and more alone than ever before, the quality far beats the quantity in relation to human connection. I just want one soul I can confide in and be comforted by when I need more than passing greetings.
The hugs and pleasant smiles tear the seams more than they stitch them.
my flirting techniques include staring at the person I find attractive from far away and never talking to them
(via sleepingtorpor)
Well, I gave him my heart but he wanted my soul
weak and limber upon the hymne
strong and rigid toward him
I didn’t mean to fall in love with you