Im ready.


Its happening, yet again. 
My stagnant heart has been banging around in my chest for days. 
Weeks actually. 
Im so tired of these sobering actions and stances. 
Let me be drunk please. 
Let me be drunk with love and fury. 
Let my days be full of emotions and everything. 
And my nights full of whispers and lust.
Let me lose sleep over things that threaten forever but are always fine in the mornings. 
Where is the fire?
Im ready. 

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a folding, umbrellalike, fabric device for allowing a person, to float down safely through the air from a great height.

“But it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.” — American Beauty