This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it’s just the two of you, alone in a room, you can pretend that this is how it is, this is how it will be.
“When I say I’m yours I don’t mean I belong to you like a property.
That’s too easy, darling. Too plain for this love that we’ve crafted.
When I say I’m yours I mean my soul chose yours to make a home with.
It means my every heartbeat pounds to the rhythm of your smile, and my every breath aches to fan over your skin.
It means your name is etched on my eyelids so I can take you with me when dreams come to carry me away.
It means I’ll stay even when everything else is fading away.”
It’s better to write something, anything than to starve the monster. The monster must feed. And it will feed on your soul if not your words. Its appetite is insatiable. Write to save yourself from the monster.
ɪnˈseɪʃəb(ə)l | adjective
(of an appetite or desire) impossible to satisfy.
(of a person) having an insatiable appetite or desire for something, especially sex.
In a sentence:
- ‘You’re insatiable!
- She has an insatiable hunger for knowledge.
- I love reading: I have an insatiable appetite for vicarious experience.
- Most children have an insatiable desire for knowledge.
- Like so many politicians, he had an insatiable appetite/desire/hunger for power.
- She has an insatiable curiosity about life.
- There seems to be an insatiable demand for more powerful computers.
What’s just a coincidence for you that you still find me in your way, is a long wait for me to get found by you.
“You swore the future would wait for us.
Swore it would be enough to hold onto sandcastle promises and volatile tides.
Swore the days we spent in bliss would turn into an eternity built together.
But, darling, time flew by so fast we never even had a chance to catch it.”
“In the end the words we didn’t speak were the noose that took the last breath of whatever love was left between us.”
Recipe for writing
I. Take a broken heart and bleed it out until every atom of the universe feels at peace.
II. Add the gift to create new realities and sprinkle on just a smidge of melancholy from any yesterday that left you yearning.
III. Stir in hope and stardust melted into blind faith in happy endings. Bring it to a simmer.
IV. Serve with a side of passion and a generous portion of intrinsic, painful honesty.
V. Let it all roll down your throat; ink will heal you while opening up new scars.
“We’re fueled by the tomorrow we’ve crafted in our heads.
It keeps us going at full speed with nothing to slow us down.
But it’ll be alright, darling.
We’ll crash and burn magnificently, and the wreckage left behind will be the perfect ending to our pretend love story.”
“To you I’m just collateral damage in your endless battle to find yourself.”