Sunday, July 19, 2015

L.O.V.E.


The love that a person feels for someone is like a mental asylum. Some won't know what it is until they're in it. 

Love doesn't have any faces to fall on, or cracks to fall into. When a person tries to find love, they either find extreme happiness, extreme sadness, or utter turmoil. Love can fill a person with a fire that will spread from the depths of their soul to the tips of their fingers, igniting every nerve in their body. Uncontrollable. Unquenchable. Burning you alive from the inside. The pain unbearable, yet so addictive. It will give you the belief that you can move mountains, create stars, or at the snap of your fingers give that one special person anything they desire, at that second. Anything. It will make you feel unbelievably happy one minute and leave you in heart-wrenching pain the next.

Love will make a person do completely idiotic and pointless things. Things that a person with 
rational thoughts normally would not do. Love will give you a high greater than all drugs put together. Whenever you feel it, it's like nothing can bother you. Everything that went wrong that day doesn't make a damned bit of difference when you see the one you love.

Love is accepting someone for every single one of their flaws. There isn't a perfect man or woman out there, yet we insist there is. Everyone has flaws. In order to feel love for someone, you need to be able to find their flaws. Flaws make things difficult sometimes and we, as humans, need a range of easy or difficult things to overcome, otherwise there would be no meaning to life. Love and life go hand in hand.

Love will bring out the worst in people. It will bring out the best as well.  It will take your world, turn it upside down, shove it all in a blender, and twist it beyond recognition.  It will take everything you know (2+2=4) and prove it all wrong. It will unleash tempers, and endless ecstasy. It will join hands together during hard times. 

Love is powerful.

Love means to care for someone more than you ever thought you could. You put their needs above yours even when you don't feel like it. It's sacrificial. 

Love is hard. It takes work. It is ultimate happiness, pain, trust, sorrow, dedication, loyalty, communication, tears, struggle, yet an eternal reward.

Love just is.

Thursday, July 09, 2015

i just...can't.

Not sure if it's hormones or if I'm really just fucking FED UP with everyone.. done people-ing today. I can't people anymore. What do you do when everyone around you is so fucking spacy?? How do you deal? I CAN'T.

Wednesday, July 08, 2015

almost satisfied

I'll be working on this blog piece by piece as much as I can. I'm not satisfied with it. I'm never satisfied now that I think about it. Anyway, bare with me. It's going to look fucked up for a while.

In completely unrelated news, my birthday is in 2 weeks!! yay!