The world seems so palpable
And dense: people and things
And the landscapes
They inhabit or move through.

Words, on the other hand,
Are so abstract—they’re
Made of empty air
Or black scratches on a page
That urge us to utter
Certain sounds.

And us:
Poised in the middle, aware
Of the objects out there
Waiting patiently to be named,
As if the right words
Could save them.
And don’t They deserve it?

So much hidden inside each one,
Such a longing
To become the beloved.

And inside us:
the sounds
That could extend that blessing—
How they crowd our mouths,
How they press up against
Our lips, which are such
A narrow exit for a joy so desperate.

Sometimes people think they fell in love with you because they are infatuated by you, sometimes they fall because they’re impressed by something you have achieved or a quality you have. Sometimes people think they fell in love with you because you are special or different. These are the wrong reasons to fall in love with someone, because eventually all that superficial shine that attracted them to you shall fade, and sooner or later they will have to live with the normalities of the everyday life. Sooner or later they’ve to live with your downfalls and flaws. Sooner or later, they will have to understand that it’s your normalities that make you special. It’s when they fail to understand what it is about you that attracts them. They just love you as a whole, the way you are, no specific reason. This is what makes a relationship continue. It’s when the infatuation dies and the sense of familiarity and intimacy is born. That is the type of love i look for and crave.

Men have two lives, the second one starts when he realises there's one

We draw a line
in sand.

It gets erased.
We draw it again.

Slowly, sand turns
to stone.

Men are simple.

Everything grows on fertile land, I want that seed to grow in the barren land

Being a romantic takes a hell of a lot of hope. I think what they mean is, when you find somebody that you love, it feels like hope.

she can drown you just by looking at you & she doesn’t even know she’s the sea

“Maturing is letting oneself be cooked by life, letting oneself blindly fall—like a fruit—wherever.”

Spotify link from her end is like a love letter carried by a pigeon.

How tormenting it is to be a friend of beautiful woman

Is there really a better use of my time than making you a coffee?

Men want to be killed by the things they love

Give men love, he'd trade his happiness

How utterly selfless it is of me, To love you this much, This endlessly.
How utterly stupid it is of me, To still keep worshipping you, While you don't even belong to me, So devotedly.
How utterly foolish it is of me, To still wait for you, Even though I know you'll not be mine, Even though I'll never get you for me. How I wish, I could be selfish, So selfish when it comes to you, I wish you were all mine, And nobody's.

If my love brought you here, just imagine if it works out.

Me (old school hopeless romantic) in search of true love in a world of speed dating, two-timing and hookup culture

A breeze caught the kite.
It's tail of hearts wait back home.