It doesn't have to hurt - being in love, being part of someone else's thoughts not necessarily at the same time that you are thinking of them. But when it does, it is inspiring and creates an elation that endless happiness simply can't touch. Climbing the mountain and tumbling down it become one and the same - our failures and accomplishments bolster each other endlessly.
Sugarpie, lavalips, dimplesweet, honeypot, candlestickdrippingdownmythigh. These are the things I will call out when I've finally ascended. Make no mention of "god" or "fuck" if possible, because they are the same and inherent.
Stop. Breathe. Smile, gently. Close your eyes slowly, seeing what's in front of you within rather than without. Then rush ahead full steam.
Coming and crying ought to go hand in hand. Like peanut butter and marshmallow cream, sandwiched or separate, but always a dynamo combo. Lots of people get it,
these girls are
writing a book on it. (second link probably nsfw)
I think I've finally come full circle. "only this one holy medium brings me peace of mind"
(I am gathering my thoughts. I want to speak in more words than
facebook or
twitter give me. Miss you. Keep waiting for me? All my twinkling love in return.)