they always leave out the part of the story
where medusa was cursed.
she never wanted to be a monster,
she just wanted to be loved.
you are the same, i promise.
you’ll take your love where you can get it
stirred into your morning coffee,
shot through your veins with a glass needle.
love will rip you apart.
it will expose the parts of you
that you hid so carefully,
those secrets you buried
six feet under,
in a grave of flesh and bone.
and in the end, people will run.
because love has a habit
of making monsters of us all."
- (via starredsoul)
Have you ever longed for someone?
Did you ever dream of someone?
Touched the spark?
But missed the connection?
Felt so warm?
As the world turned cold?
Did you fall in love?
As fast as flowers, falling from trees?
Okay, THIS made me cry. Now i’m going to adopt a third cat and end alone like an unloved old-lady.