Sometimes I want to flirt with other guys.
Sometimes I do.
But the second he kisses me, rubs his thumb in circles on my thigh. The second I see his smile.
There is no question.

To resign ( Read more... )

You tell me this
You tell me that you're scared
That you can't guarantee tomorrow
Or yesterday
You're fighting dragons I can't see
Big, frightening monsters
Ghosts
Whisps in wind that grab at your hair
And make you cringe

"It's love that leaves, and breaks the seal of always thinking you would be real happy and healthy, strong and calm. Where does the good go?"

"I miss you in the sense that I would rather be with you, right next to you. But if we have to, I can live with this."

"Allow yourself to be skin hungry."

I don't want to eat for weeks. I'm so confused inside ( Read more... )

I feel like Sean is slowly ripping himself from me. But it's not just the strings being cut. Each is being dug from my skin, and I can feel every root I nurtured in him die.

I'm so scared. I don't want to lose him.

Iain for the win.
He gives me kisses on the cheek like my skin is made of porcelain.

I am so happy. What do I do with my nights? How do I spend my free hours? I sing. I dance. I play pretend. I forge friendships. Some forever. Some for the run. Doesn't matter.

I love to act.