love helps


The world is complications stacked on misunderstanding, laced with saviours and dipped in beauty. The way I see it, unconditional sublimity doesn’t often exist, but when it does, they call it love. Timeless and dependant on uncontrollable circumstances, tapped in the right direction by fate or partially missed by the smallest sidetrack in time. Appreciate it’s rarity, the moments that are purely sublime. A long walk, a sweet laugh, a kiss, a rush. Hand pick every part, and sew them into yourself, weave them into your life and grasp them with every fibre of your being, until those moments are an inescapable part of you. Because life is a mess, but love helps. 

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