people love hope.

hope makes people grateful. when people are desperate, they get hopeful. be the savior, the good samaritan, the jesus in their life and there comes gratitude. they cling to you. worship you. pray for you.

one smile, typical moron conversation topic, minimum three hours and she already fished you out of this sea of insecurities. she don't even have to display to prove that she's a deserving golden woman you need, the keira knightley to your atonement.

we were happy pretending to be other people. we were the happiest people we knew. and what's the point of being together if you're not the happiest.

you're a dumbbell she has to lift everyday to stay the healthiest. your heart weighs, it'll be her fault. it'll be the fat she had to burn to the deepest pits of hell. and yet here she was, building men for another person.

grown ups work for things. grown ups pay. grown ups suffer consequences. lovers do faith. lovers do honesty. lovers wear rings. lovers do pray they go home with things still fucking intact. lovers do equality. because that's what god had us bleed for.

your favorite vanilla cupcakes set on the table. white frosting, hot made, women love. typical human habit, they take what's available in the kitchen. best for you, a good welcome for your fresh from side-piece self. one cupcake, one bite comes the sweet taste, icing melting onto your tongue.

you think she's not enough?

oh, you're fucking wrong.