wystswolf

For the heart is an organ of fire, stellar power, truth, beauty, and love.

Ripped from the pages of imagination to live as a fabricated memory.

I gush so many words for fear that each one may someday be my last. This is a terrible and a wonderful fear.

if you plan to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, you’d better first make sure they are some big fucking shoulders.

I burn, she steadies; my wild flame finds home in the shelter of her love.

Breadth of my love expands when I am with them.

“When I was small I was in love with everything. 
Now there’s only you.”

“I bear loyalty in one hand and longing in the other; I know who I am not, and from that knowing, I begin to become.”

7am walk

We all have secret identities— the question is, how interesting can we be with them?