I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.
"We are truly born with eternity in our hearts."

"When we had our first kiss, it was your favorite thing. You weren’t lying when you said it would sting."

"I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much."

Unknown (via suspend)

(via debt)

"If love is nothing more than an illusion, than I don’t care to ever know of reality."

Ryan Brown (via larmoyante)

Who the fuck said that senior year was chill? You are a liar. A fucking liar.


Like a satellite heart, mine always orbits around yours. No matter how big the inertia of my disspointments is, your gravity always pulls me back in.

It’s inevitable. I don’t want to love you but it seems like my wishes go against the universe itself.

I orbit around you ceaselessly.


Hearts in Orbit - Ari

You talk of things you have never known. Things you’ve given thought over fleeying seconds. You talk of things so big to understand as if you saw them through spectacles of brilliancy, of clarity. You give in to your arrogance and you refuse to admit the mistakes of your judgment.

Love is a thing to nig to grasp, too big to ever fully understand. It is everywhere yet it is nowhere, it lasts forever, it easily is gone. Love is nothing but it is everything.

To love is to live and it is to die. There is pollution in it, there’s redemption.

Love is fire, beautiful, burning, consuming.

It kills with no humanity, it allows us to live in hope. It hurts us for the happiness of our loved ones, sometimes it is not enough.

And although it looks like I know it, i do not. It is inconstant like the moon, it makes my tides rise. I know it not and I’m not nearly arrogant enough to believe I do.

"The memory of that night shimmers in my head, gossamer and flimsy as the starlight that woved itself into the thick magic of that evening."