amora ~

kindness wisdom A&M 💥


We have not always had this certainty, this pessimism that reassures the best among us.

There was a time when my friends laughed at me.

I was not the master of my words.

A certain indifference; I did not always know what I wanted to say, but most often, it was because I had nothing to say—the necessity of speaking and the desire not to be heard.

My life is hanging only by a thread.

There was a time when I seemed to understand nothing.

My chains floated on the water.

All my desires are born of my dreams.

And I have proven my love with words.

To what fantastic creatures have I entrusted myself, in what dolorous and ravishbeautiful has my imagination enclosed me?

I am sure of having been loved in the most mysterious of domains, my own.

The language of my love does not belong to human language; my body does not touch the flesh of my love.

My amor anticipation has always been constant and high enough so that nothing could attempt to convince me of error.


By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)