"maybe I Wasn't Made To Be Loved. Maybe I Was Made To Write About A Love I Will Never Feel. Maybe I Was

"maybe i wasn't made to be loved. maybe i was made to write about a love i will never feel. maybe i was made to split an orange with someone while we watch the cars go by from the curb. maybe i was made to give them the bigger half. maybe i was made to be used. maybe i was made to make other girls feel better about themselves because "at least i don't look like her." maybe it's just better that i stop trying. maybe."

but oh, sweetheart, you were made to love. and that is enough. isn't it? seeing the love you hold in your heart is enough to make any sensible person cry. well, it's enough to make me cry.

Anne Sexton, from "A Self-Portrait in Letters"

we might not be on the same side of the globe,

but we are under the same sky.

not at the same time,

but we see the same stars at night.

and maybe that's all that really matters.

because this girl

has silenced the screaming in my head

and i need to know

exactly what this means.

listen. i love the mona lisa. sorry not sorry. i don't care. i don't care that she's small, or that there are more technically difficult or interesting paintings. i don't care that she's overhyped and that 99% of the people standing in front of her are just there to check her off some list and don't really care about her, or any other painting. i love her. i love her. and you can sit there and tell me that leo didn't feel the same way but i don't fucking believe you and since neither of us can prove how he felt your guess is just as good as mine. he worked on that portrait for sixteen years. he carried it around with him. a commissioned portrait he never gave to the man who commissioned her. because he loved her like i love her (that's my truth and you can't prove me wrong you can't). because you look in her eyes and she looks right back at you, she looks right back at you like she knows you. like you're old friends who have just been introduced at a party after not seeing one another for years. sending one another sly smiles that say "yes, we've met before." like this is the third time you've made eye contact across the room but neither of you is moving to close the gap. like maybe you were in love a very long time ago, and maybe you are still, and maybe you always will be, but you're with different people now, you have houses and families and lives that only cross every few years so it's better not to speak of it. better just to look. I love her.

i fucking felt that

are single???

no and im in love with you !!