I realize that there are parts of me that will never be touched, that I keep singular and locked because that is my nature. I need that. But just because I have some places inside that stay mine alone, doesn't mean I can't be touched in other ways.

I think people need to know that. That solidarity isn't an affront to love.

with love and squalor,

As much as we may try to sever connections, they're never truly severed. Connections remain connected in the space and time that they existed, and even if contact is ceased somewhere else in space or time, the connection isn't ever gone ( Read more... )

The brighter the light, the bigger the shadow.

with love and squalor,
ekw

Why do we torture ourselves, day in and day out? What is it in our nature that makes us want to break our own hearts?

with love and squalor,
ekw

We go through times of consolation, and we go through times of desolation. And the only thing that changes is our perspective.

with love and squalor,
ekw

The only thing that helps is time. Because eventually, you fall back in love with whatever mattered to you all along, and that sort of passion heals all forms of heartache.

with love and squalor,
ekw

Sometimes, you are just a instrument for someone else's happiness; and other times, you look into the eyes of a sick wolf and feel like you are communicating with God.


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In my dreams, we still talk. Not daily, or weekly, but in passing; in that satisfactory way that old acquaintances do; with gratitude and admiration, but without the urgency of new love ( Read more... )

Rest in peace, sweet prince. I miss you.


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"Ahem, ahem,

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