Why do things always have to be so complicated? So we can learn that they can be beautiful
Ask me anything
He is not a wildfire, or a hurricane, or a thunderstorm.
He is just a man.
The reason it hurts so much when he leaves is because
you held him up too fucking high.
He was only a man.
You smothered him in your beautiful metaphors.
He will never be as wonderful or perfect as you write him.
Fire needs oxygen to survive.
- He will run to save himself (via lonelyscribbles)