from tongue, from fingers, from pen, the saddest thing you’ve ever said to me is still kept in mind. it breaks my heart to know your heart breaks too and to hear your sighs on the other end of the line. candles don’t melt and drip into your heart but it sure stings so.
i’ve been in alignment with your average people for a trillion blue moons and yesterday morning was the first time i walked past a vicinity without stumbling. in 364 days it will happen again because you make it happen and i believe you will still be with me until then. my fingers are crossed. my fingers are hooked at the thought of an entire year with you.
does psychology interest me because it’s a part of me or is it a part of me because it interests me? i want to know the reason behind how people act and think, how i act and think. i want to go behind the drapes of the crazies and sometimes i find myself stuck in a seat where the only reason why i love the study of psychopathy is because it might help me discover my psycho ways. or help me...