"I think we all fear it. That’s part of the package actually. It wouldn’t be worth as much if we didn’t fear it. Here are my thoughts on why.
Sometimes, love is intoxicating. Sometimes it winds around inside you, filling up every vacant space you have until it actually becomes the only thing keeping you from breaking into a million tiny pieces. It gets into your veins and does things to you that no drug in the world could ever mimic. It makes things taste and feel and smells different.
But then sometimes love takes. It takes and takes and takes until you are weak and pale and starving to death. Sometimes it makes you want to scream obscenities into that great black hole of a sky, scream until you run out of both words and breath.
It ruins. It creates. It satisfies. It persuades. It ignores. It defines.
And sometimes I think it steals things from you when you are not looking. I find it is always changing, shifting constantly from one shape to another so that you don’t always recognize it when it’s there. And then sometimes, softly and secretly and in the middle of the night, it disappears completely, vanishing without even so much as a goodbye note taped to the bathroom mirror.
Sometimes love wrestles you to the ground and sometimes it carries you through the most devastating storms. I think it is flawed and imperfect and entirely too powerful. Sometimes love makes me angry. And trapped. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes the hurt is good. Sometimes it is the hero and sometimes the villain and sometimes it is only an innocent bystander. It is often unrequited and sometimes incomplete. There are times when it aches. Times when the ache is so deep you can’t find it until you sit absolutely still in a dark room. I think love is beautifully irrational, and painfully tender, and sometimes when it catches you with your walls down…completely and perfectly liberating."
by Karla Paez-
So beautiful, the wordmanship
Sometimes, love is intoxicating. Sometimes it winds around inside you, filling up every vacant space you have until it actually becomes the only thing keeping you from breaking into a million tiny pieces. It gets into your veins and does things to you that no drug in the world could ever mimic. It makes things taste and feel and smells different.
But then sometimes love takes. It takes and takes and takes until you are weak and pale and starving to death. Sometimes it makes you want to scream obscenities into that great black hole of a sky, scream until you run out of both words and breath.
It ruins. It creates. It satisfies. It persuades. It ignores. It defines.
And sometimes I think it steals things from you when you are not looking. I find it is always changing, shifting constantly from one shape to another so that you don’t always recognize it when it’s there. And then sometimes, softly and secretly and in the middle of the night, it disappears completely, vanishing without even so much as a goodbye note taped to the bathroom mirror.
Sometimes love wrestles you to the ground and sometimes it carries you through the most devastating storms. I think it is flawed and imperfect and entirely too powerful. Sometimes love makes me angry. And trapped. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes the hurt is good. Sometimes it is the hero and sometimes the villain and sometimes it is only an innocent bystander. It is often unrequited and sometimes incomplete. There are times when it aches. Times when the ache is so deep you can’t find it until you sit absolutely still in a dark room. I think love is beautifully irrational, and painfully tender, and sometimes when it catches you with your walls down…completely and perfectly liberating."
by Karla Paez-
So beautiful, the wordmanship
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