my thoughts fly away when i think of you,

*I edited this photo

I want to not only have my breath taken away, but I want to take breaths away in the softest ways.

Currently listening to: Leave your bullets at the door, Luke Pickett

Sometimes perfection is about imperfect things coming together in their own way. Perfection is sometimes about things not being perfect, but being beautiful in their own way.

My secrets are painted in a way that doesn't allow the paint to dry. My voice fades, and you can't hear my screaming echoing from these walls. The air was so gently pressed against my skin, and still, I'm falling with gravity assisting my fall. I'd give up my forever lasting self to touch your white skin that's slowly disappearing, away from me in this moment. Breathing in death through my lungs has never made me feel so alive. There's no question, the world will never understand this broken glass I've thrown against anyone who's willing to love me again. I can't fight tears. I would sacrifice bleeding in a way to know that I'm still alive inside.

Sometimes I find myself so unbelievably quiet, unable to speak the words in my mind. Sometimes it's hard to handle it all, becaue I feel as if I have such a close connection to the world. Truthfully, I'll never be able to explain myself. A sense of relief, a feeling of reassurement is something I crave. If I'm not careful, I can fall back into the ominous hole I crawled so slowly out of. The energy in all that takes me away from myself, if that makes any sort of sense at all.  I suspect it doesn't. And if it does, I suspect you've felt similarly. And if you have, I want you to know there's someone out there who feels the exact same way, and there's a way to overcome it all and be yourself when the world pulls you every which way.

I want to tell you right now, that I can't imagine my life without God. I want you to know that God can set you free from worry and distress. He doesn't want you to go through life without being constantly happy. Please dear reader, choose to be happy and live your live through him.

Confessions:
1. I don't believe when people tell me I'm amazing, or someone completely special.
But I hope that I am. And am capable of seeing it someday if it is true
2. I am sensitive to the things that people I love do and say
3. I listen to music more than I do anything. truthfully
4. I love being alone without feeling lonely
5. Danger exites me
6. Sometimes writing is my only way out
7. I've wished for the same thing for a year, everytime I blew out candles, saw 11:11, bought a wish bracelet, saw one star in the sky, or prayed at night
-It hasn't come true. Yet.

-Corbin, what do you believe in?
Me: God.
-Other than religion.
Me: I guess I believe in a lot.
-Then what?
Me: I don't know...
-You know, it's pretty important in life to know what you believe in. When someone asks you what you believe in, you should know right then and there.

What they said is so true. <3
We should know exactly what we believe in, and stand by those things. We shouldn't be afraid to say those things at any moment, to whomever.
The number one thing I believe in is unconditional love. I want someone to love me for exactly who I am, and I hope that I always have that kind of love to give away. It is a love that is totally selfless, where a person gives out love to another person even if this act does not benefit them in any way.
Whether the love given is returned or not, the person continues to love.
Helping out someone even if they hate you.
Taking insults without giving them back.
Doing something without anything in return.

Please dear reader, believe in yourself.

-Thoughts change and in time they rearrange. I don't know who you are anymore.

I am love. I am strength. I am hope. I am laughter. But it's all come with a price.
These summer nights, they've drifted back to me.

Goodnight. lovelovelove.
-C