Is it just a bad night or am I getting bad again?
— I ask myself this all the time (via lonexwxlf)
There is no mistaking love. You feel it in your heart. Love really is everything it’s cracked up to be. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And, the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more.
I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.