The tunnels may be long, and twisted, and dark; but you are supposed to go through them.

We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.

There's that confidence again, that semi-infuriating easiness of his, the tilt of his head and the smile. but today it's not infuriating. Today I like it, feel like it's somehow rubbing off on me, like if I was around him enough I would never feel awkward or frightened or insecure.

Because I think you're right. You can make a difference." He told me experiences were kind of like fate, and fate usually came in the form of a test. He told me fate liked to be worshiped. It liked to see us fall on out knees before it offered to help us up..." ♥

My heart is fluid and soaring. There's no longer any space between heartbeats.

The tunnels may be long, and twisted, and dark; but you are supposed to go through them.

Everytime he brushes me with his fingers, time seems to tether for a second, like it is in danger of dissolving. The whole world is dissolving, I decide, except for us. Us.