keep me safe. I’m afraid I won’t.
— my love
if you’re going to cry, I’m going to hold you.
— my love
keep it in your pocket
something about the way you hold me draws me in even closer. I catch my breath as your skin kisses mine. the air grows thick with desire as you show me who you are. everything about this should feel wrong according to them; the ones who argue young love. nothing about this feels wrong. if it is, I’ll never be right. your love takes me away. I’m in deep and I won’t reach for the rope.
love your life, poor as it is.
— henry david thoreau
we will not be shipwrecked on a vain reality.
— henry david thoreau
