— Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via psych-facts)
I have a letter
that I’m holding onto
until the first time that I
really fuck up.
And when I do,
I’ll let you read it and I’ll be
silent until you’re ready to talk
to me again.
It’s gonna tell you
how much I love you
and how long I’ve loved you,
and why I love you,
and when the time comes,
I hope it will be enough.
I hope my love for you will be enough.
You: What are we doing?
Me: I think this is called falling in love.
The act of choosing love
is the bravest decision that one can make.
Whether it is choosing to love another,
or choosing to love yourself,
there is no greater act of fearlessness
than to accept that you are opening yourself
up to both the best and the worst parts of love,
the most vulnerable and the most secure,
the easiest to love and the most unlovable characteristics.
All the imperfections and flaws that come with
our humanity are tempered by the power of love.
I tried to write a horrible piece the other day and Safari completely shut my shit down, like no bitch, too much sap and not enough substance. Bye Felicia.
Where there are two hearts
there is room for love
still try to wring your
neck and squeeze whatever
drops of purpose
I can find in you.