Conversations. (via pennyroyalprincess)
What terrifies me the most is that sometimes, people’s words, are just words.
They are a combination of vowels and consonants; which, theoretically can be repeated by anyone ordinary. This can be at any time, month and season of the year.
Nothing less, nothing more.
If there is a truth behind them, and oh God, I pray there is. I want you to show me.
I don’t want to read it, or hear it.
I want to feel it.
I want to feel it when my eyes are closed.
And when my ears refuse.
I want to feel it in my blood.
In my flesh.
And in my bones.
I don’t want just words. I never have.