“I have never understood the concept of infatuation. It has always been my understanding that being “infatuated” with someone means you think you are in love, but you’re actually not; infatuation is (supposedly) just a foolish, fleeting feeling. But if being “in love” is an abstract notion, and it’s not tangible, and there is no way to physically prove it to anyone else… well, how is being in love any different than having an infatuation? They’re both human constructions. If you think you’re in love with someone and you feel like you’re in love with someone, then you obviously are; thinking and feeling is the sum total of what love is. Why do we feel an obligation to certify emotions with some kind of retrospective, self-imposed authenticity?”—Chuck Klosterman (via atomos)
You’ve become a habit that’s so hard to break. When I light my first ciggarette I see all my years unravel in your face.
It’s a fine line that’s not easily erased. When you say that you don’t want me, I’d much rather be in your place. So I’ll try to forget you, because I can’t love you for all this time but when my thoughts start to wander your voice steals my mind.
It’s a fine line that I know you can see. Do you not understand that what it easy for you, is so hard for me?
Just take your head off and hold me, keep your thoughts to yourself. I want you to know me, but I’m someone else, you know that I want you, yet you give your heart to yourself.
After all this time you’re still a mystery to me, a never ending labrynth that I can’t seem to escape.
I haven’t been able to show myself in quite some time. When will I resurface? Because I know your kiss isn’t mine. So just take your head off and hold me, please keep your thoughts to yourself.
If I don’t trust you, then I cannot be with you. I’ve made that mistake so many times. You don’t want to be lonely, you want to be with that person, and you’re in love with them -but you still need to learn how to trust them? Maybe you shouldn’t be so quick to get back with them if you still need to work on trusting the person.
Maybe you’re not in love with them. Maybe you’re in love with the idea of them.