Loving you is simultaneously the easiest and most difficult thing I have ever done in my life.
It’s so easy to fall head over heels for you,
Yet so hard not to fear you.
I am comfortable doing absolutely nothing with you,
But your silence is sometimes deafening.
Your words are captivating,
So pretty I’m worried someone will steal them away.
I can get lost in your eyes,
But sometimes your eyes speak when your mouth doesn’t in the worst possible way.
Our hands fit together so nicely,
And I wonder whose hand may one day take my place.
Loving you is like pouring gasoline on the floor of a house we are still building.
I’m terrified of how fast it could all be ruined.
The scars it would leave me with.
The empty feeling in my chest where your love is gone.
I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the universe,
But I would do anything to erase the fear eating at the back of my thoughts.
You are the very definition of too good to be true.
Traditional European Christmas time monsters, photographer across the Europe by Charles Fréger.
original writing / do not repost
Perhaps a child failed by their parents has their own failure ordained.
original writing by @traumacure | do not repost
traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors:
Your ability to work or go to school is not an indication of your worth. You are worthy no matter what you’re able to do.
“I never see things as they are, only what they could be. So, can you blame me when I look at you and all I see is love.”