i love you.

those words are like a healing agent to my heart.
i'm thankful for the people in my life who say them and mean it.

yes.

it's almost embarrassing how much i adore them.
and i kind of don't even care.
get on it.

it's always different when it's a place you called home.

heartbroken.

hope rising.

unfading halos of joy encircling their heads
welcomed home with gifts of joy and gladness
as all sorrows and sighs scurry into the night.

Clémence Poésy.

i would not object to waking up as beautiful as she.