buttonmushroom.for.a.nose.

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.

Truth only means something when it’s hard to admit.

A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue. That’s why there are so few good conversations: due to scarcity, two intelligent talkers seldom meet.

Saved the best, for last..;)

Making poetic license an excuse for poor vocabulary. -___-.sheesh.

because it’s never easy.
and i was like..”die hard, monster.

What God creates, He sustains.

Rain, You’re not helping. :(

Dear Self, Don’t linger for far too long and please be careful with what you wish for. Smile.You look like a skinned trout.