It’s incredible that out of such nasty hate love can flourish. I think it can be found everywhere, in the darkest of places and the harshest of moods. It surprises me every time because it will always be new, even though it’s familiar. Every time I feel in between love and hate and come back to love again, I realize it was always there, the whole time, waiting and filling things up. Waiting for me to recognize it and go with it and be in love with how I live again.
Sometimes I’m pretty sure that the only reality is love, and that everything else is love too.
I'm 26 years old, I'm engaged to basically the most awesome woman ever, I write things, I take pictures, I play music and I read a lot.
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