from an ordinary girl who has no idea what she is writing about .. most likely a silly fucked up wannabe dreamer !
Love ..
a creamy word! for all . . .
Is it the tingly butterfly in your tummy feel?
or is it i-will-die-for-you baby feel?
as much as cheesy the word Love sounds, it does have a quite an out-of-the-world ring to it .. .
Love for me, completely my view of it is:
self love
falling a sleep and waking up with a silly grin
everything looking beautiful
momentary breathing disorder
any bad day event is negligible!
fascination with imperfections
and all that . . .
thats all the shiny glittery part of it. what is there beyond all the happy-sappy?
Faith.. no-matter-what-kill-me kind of it and also instinctive ;)
i see you inside out, i see all your fucked-up 250, 000 shades of grey and still can't help adoring every inch of it. Your imperfections breeds me in a way nothing else does
the way you make everything seem alright.
making every inch every atom of my body tingle in spite of being all wrong.
Loving you makes me want nothing.
Reality seems way better than dreaming.
More like 'I love my Reality'-kind of feel
how can i explain it!!!!
i don't know if you are real or not, but you already make me mindless with thoughts of you..
this obsession with you never goes away. the thin whatever line between reality and the other is translucent. i don't know if its a good thing or not - all this blind faith.
i can't give up! i know, i feel it!
i don't know..
even if i don't really understand anything, this unshakable feeling is unavoidable.. quite weird!
this supposed to be unexplainable feeling.
why do i believe in something like that.. sounds so absurd!
my fucked-up terrorist of an heart feels totally against all my whatever-hope
is that even normal, that i feel oh-so strong about all this, even when i have no real proof, except my loud instincts crying out to. .
Love ..
a creamy word! for all . . .
Is it the tingly butterfly in your tummy feel?
or is it i-will-die-for-you baby feel?
as much as cheesy the word Love sounds, it does have a quite an out-of-the-world ring to it .. .
Love for me, completely my view of it is:
self love
falling a sleep and waking up with a silly grin
everything looking beautiful
momentary breathing disorder
any bad day event is negligible!
fascination with imperfections
and all that . . .
thats all the shiny glittery part of it. what is there beyond all the happy-sappy?
Faith.. no-matter-what-kill-me kind of it and also instinctive ;)
i see you inside out, i see all your fucked-up 250, 000 shades of grey and still can't help adoring every inch of it. Your imperfections breeds me in a way nothing else does
the way you make everything seem alright.
making every inch every atom of my body tingle in spite of being all wrong.
Loving you makes me want nothing.
Reality seems way better than dreaming.
More like 'I love my Reality'-kind of feel
how can i explain it!!!!
i don't know if you are real or not, but you already make me mindless with thoughts of you..
this obsession with you never goes away. the thin whatever line between reality and the other is translucent. i don't know if its a good thing or not - all this blind faith.
i can't give up! i know, i feel it!
i don't know..
even if i don't really understand anything, this unshakable feeling is unavoidable.. quite weird!
this supposed to be unexplainable feeling.
why do i believe in something like that.. sounds so absurd!
my fucked-up terrorist of an heart feels totally against all my whatever-hope
is that even normal, that i feel oh-so strong about all this, even when i have no real proof, except my loud instincts crying out to. .
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