#thoughtspasttwelve

[bottledsalt]

And what could you possibly expect me to do? Sit still and wait for things to happen? This is the precipice of the rest of my life. I may not have found what I have to offer yet, but when I do I want to give all of it wholeheartedly back into the world. | #thoughtspasttwelve

[bottledsalt]

Every person is a potential absence. So I love temporary people with a permanence that never leaves. #thoughtspasttwelve

[bottledsalt]

I am knee-deep in the words of other people. And I always skip to the last page before the story barely starts. Maybe some things really are better left unsaid. But even with my tongue tied, I'll still be choking on your name. #thoughtspasttwelve

[bottledsalt]

"You will say good-bye for all the right reasons. You're tired of living in wait for his apocalypse. You have your own fight on your hands, and though it's no bigger or more noble than his, it will require all of your energy." | #thoughtspasttwelve

[bottledsalt]

The light hits 4am in New York City and maybe now I can forget about what I could be doing with friends I might've had in other parts of the world and just be happy where I am, in this moment. At some point, you have to stop searching for the "something more" or you'll never learn to be happy. | #thoughtspasttwelve

[bottledsalt]

Heartache makes a poet out of every sleeping passenger on the train. The light flashes red 4:07am. And you wonder again if the fight is worth it. If the act can last any longer. If it all wouldn’t be easier to just throw our hands up in defeat. | #thoughtspasttwelve