You are the crawl

"And at times I fight a war with myself.

It becomes hard to keep it all under control.

When passion turns to hatred and silence is the answer,

I scream a language inside my head.

I cant stand to be sitting beside you, you are the crawl

beneath my skin.

It hurts me to pretend that everything is fine and the look

on my face must give it all away.

I've never been one to fake anything -but this truth is

something I cant admit to.

So I stand here and I move on.

And I put up with this drain on my soul."

The wise see all

*via thresca

Love to hate. Hate to love.

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it?

it makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens

your heart and it means someone can get inside you

and mess you up. You build up all these defenses.

You build up this whole armor, for years,

so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person,

no different from any other stupid person, wanders

into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you.

They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day

like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your

own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you.

It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness,

so a simple phrase like ‘maybe we should just be friends’

or ‘how very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter

working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination.

Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt,

a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
— Neil Gaiman

*via one day in saturday