rock the cowgirl blues, rock too fast for love ♥
As it has been said:
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love.
To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.
After all, damn it, what does being in love mean if you can’t trust a person?
Just so you know, there are certain people who were put here to break you.
So you could learn how to pull yourself back together again.
Love, they say, enslaves and passion is a demon and many have been lost for love. I know this is true, but I know too that without love we grope the tunnels of our lives and never see the sun.
The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love.
Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don’t work.
I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.
To long is to love
and I’ve been aching for you
my entire life.
The love we seek overrules human nature. It has a wildness in it and a glory that we want more than life itself. Love never counts the cost, to itself or others, and nothing is as cruel as love. There is no love that does not pierce the hands and feet.
I know I question things too quickly, but I have never questioned if I’ve loved.