Sometimes, love doesn’t stay, but motherfuck, when it does, it is worth every person that ever told you that you were not enough. Every fire extinguisher mouth that tried to put your loves honest flame out. The confused, your birthday candle kiss, your fire cracker mouth, for some blazing forest, some torched chapel. Let them run out of you, like a house up in flames. They are not the first, they will not be the last. Pull the fire alarm. Let it rain.
Desireé Dallagiacomo, “Break Like a Fever” (via jessbless)













