i love to love people but if you dare to try and love me, i'll likely make you hate me instead.

are you always sad? someone asked.
"always is such a long, long time."


when he told her
that her voice sounded like earl grey tea
and her laughs like manic pencil scratches;
that he always drew out the pattern of her freckles
on restaurant napkins;
that she was a princess
he told his little sister bedtime stories about;
that her eyelashes looked pretty when she cried,
his voice trembled like a violin string
and she cracked like the spine of a book.

I want to keep you here, with me, forever. until my heart stops beating and my breaths stop coming; until my suns have finished setting and my moons are forever glowing -
I want you, you see, here with me, forever, forever, and ever, please.

 “she loved mysteries so much that she became one.”
- john green, paper towns.