Maybe I love too much and maybe I show it too little.
fade to black
but the nightmares comeback
One of the many creations i will be doing.
I posted this about 2 days ago and it already got this many notes, thank you guys and girls!
12K+ notes already, Amen.
I am that type of douchebag friend who doesn’t talk with you for weeks but still cares about you and hopes you still care too.
I’m looking for a love that is amazing and real. I’m looking for someone who I can latch onto and hold close. I’m looking…for that one single person. But that’s the problem; I’m looking.
It’s funny because I know that I won’t find this “thing” that I keep imagining in real life. I just won’t. The thought of this weighs me down sometimes. But it isn’t until when I sit down and wonder do I realize how much of a fool I am. Many opportunities have already passed me by. Many beautiful people, many pretty faces, I’ve been acquainted with many of them and I’ve never taken that chance. I shouldn’t be looking, but by looking I expect. By expecting too much I rid myself of ever taking chances, taking risks. I strip myself of the better possibilities, and settle for what is mundane and predicted.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that love is probably better blind and unexpected.