“If you’re dating a writer and they don’t write about you — whether it’s good or bad — then they don’t love you. They just don’t. Writers fall in love with the people we find inspiring.”
-Jamie Anne Royce
(watercolor painting by Carlton Alfred Smith)
“If I could be anything I liked, I’d be a doorman. I’d spend my life opening all the doors I can’t open now. Get a little hungry? Open a door. Want to go outside? Open a door. All day long I’d open doors.”
-Phyllis Reynolds Naylor, The Healing of Texas Jake
(Graphic illustration from Tumblr user Shuntheshun via 6hd)
It struck me that when you are near,
My hands get tied in knots.
I get preoccupied with fear,
I lose myself in my thoughts.
You make me forget that I have knees at all
And everything else goes wild
Those memories of us that I recall
Is saved by this hopeless romantic child.
How do you feel? Loneliness asked.
I’m perfectly fine. I said. I love having you as my only companion