not that it never was

There was nothing poetic about my sadness. It was crying myself to sleep at 3am, only to wake up the next morning pretending like everything was just fine.
—  “I love your blog”
But then
I hold
myself back,
because
I knew
I’ll be
burned too,
once I start
a fire
that
matches
you.
—  ma.c.a // I almost touch the spark
theres some beardy blond lumberjack running around in the cap costume and i cant find steve
I just wish
I wouldn’t fall for the city lights,
for the promises they hold
and fluorescent neon signs
in paralysed clubs,
for broken hearts and desperate souls,
getting drunk on cheap wine
in expensive pubs.
I wish
I didn’t fall for your holographic lips,
the fault in our stars
and the bruise on your ribs.
—  // city lights
j.d.m.

IT WAS THE SAND VILLAGE THAT NEEDED TO LEARN HOW TO LOVE, NOT GAARA!! GAARA HAS ALWAYS WANTED FRIENDS AND TO BE INCLUDED IN HIS COMMUNITY, BUT EVERYONE AROUND HIM SHUNNED HIM HIS WHOLE LIFE. STILL, RATHER THAN RESENTING THEM, HE WORKED HARD TO BECOME KAZEKAGE TO PROTECT THE SAME HATE-FILLED PEOPLE AND EARN THE RESPECT THEY SHOULD’VE GIVEN HIM THIS WHOLE TIME. AND RATHER THAN STEWING IN JEALOUSY OF THOSE WHO DO HAVE FRIENDS, HE INSTEAD FORGED A NEW PATH WITH HOPE AND OPTIMISM THAT HE CAN ONE DAY ACHIEVE THE SAME LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP THAT HE DESERVED ALL ALONG!!!!!