& he says kissing someone else is like comparing a hotel to a home & expecting it to feel the same, holding hands with the wind & not your voice is like forgetting his eyes are a planet, walking with your heart attached to your back & not your smile tied to his ear is like watching the ground move without a picture of the beginning of a rainbow. but this is just another story about someone who feels too much, who fell in love with someone who feels too little.
Depression doesn’t ask the size of your bank account, or smile at how many awards are hanging on the walls. It doesn’t care about how many suns have placed memories between your toes, or if the grass will be greener with both arms tucked in at night. It won’t ask to use your scars to sign away the warmth in each photograph..but darling, you don’t see things as it is, you see things as you are.
““But if you loved someone,” she says to him after taking a sip of her coffee, “why would you let them go?” “You would,” he replies, crossing his arms across his chest, “you would let them go.” “Especially when your love makes them feel like a bird locked in a cage.” He gives her a look as he goes on, “Would you still hold onto someone if you knew you were the reason behind their tears?””
— Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #198 // Love is freedom
being gay is just a constant cycle of realizations like…. wow this is why i do that….. wow homophobia impacted me like this,,, wow i do THIS because i’m gay…….. and this………. AND this