Ahhh Happy Valentines Day!

I love you so much ❤️

Correct

When a soft love floats into existence, so graceful and gentle, it really reminds you of the hard, tumultuous love, that pricked you every time you approached it, that you experienced before.

My poor wounds.

Inspired

They look so good! We should make some

Soft tender kisses on a weeknight. Soothing the exhaustion it takes from being a functioning member of society. Arms that hold me close, cuccooning me with safe, sweet care until I'm ready to fly again.

Last nights dream:

I could have warned you. A wooden shell isn't nearly enough. Where is your heart? Where is the passion that makes you worthy to walk amongst the living? It wasn't there to start with.
So there you lay defeated, soulless and empty. I don't pity you, my dear. Pity is for those who tried.

Boy, oh boy, did it not work out for you? You raised your sword limply in hand to defend the people you chose to side with. And for what? What good did it do you?
You're bruised and beaten, your body mangled on the grass like a puppet with its strings cut.

Tipster, stop sticking your neck out for people who are holding an axe!

No

Although the camera was steady, the voice behind it was not. It was as though the filmmaker wasn't convinced of his own deductions.
"How long has it been this way?"
"Years."
"Then... why is the blood... fresh?"
The footage cut to black and we were left with fewer answers than when we started.

The camera moved through the filthy house: broken furniture, overturned trash, and walls smeared with dark stains. The place was infested with mould growing from the walls. Blood trailed to the kitchen, where a flickering light illuminated the dank room—but it was empty.
"You see? Abandoned."

Albert Einstein: "You can't blame gravity for falling in love."

But can I blame the man who made me fall? I tripped over his dumb, cute smile at the corner of his lips, after all. Gravity is constant on this planet.. as is that damn smile. Got an equation to save me from that Albert?

"Did you ever meet someone that brought back the colour to your world that you didn't know had faded? Just by being there. It's like my ears had never heard music before. Now, I dance to the beat that he created. Literally and metaphorically. And yet he doesn't know I exist."

"Don't you hate waking up alone. Not alone. Lonely.
I used to love being alone. Completely satisfied with my own company. Me, myself and I, dependable, responsible and trustworthy.
And then he had to come bursting into my life like a wrecking ball through the brick wall that was my resolve."

I had a dream last night where it played out like the penultimate scene in a movie where I had to take down the bad guy trying to destroy the world using magic. There was a beast-man and everything.

It looked so good in my brain, but every time I try and write it, it doesn't sound right.

I have always wanted to be an author. Ever since I could write, I even got a typewriter for Christmas at age 6.

I wanted people to hear me without using my voice, people to know me without seeing my face, people to be entertained by me without knowing who I am.