Driven by a spark of wild desire

Out with the old, in with the new.

Farewell, 2010.

I’ve kept this blog for an entire year now. Longer than I could keep a journal to save my life.

For 2011: http://sinnernotasaint.tumblr.com.

Follow me there, loves!

boyafraid:

One day I will to take you to Paris. Show you the world from the iron gaze of the Eiffel Tower. And this is said not as a wish or far-off dream. Or some place in between another where fortunes are meaningless and romantics remain merely for show. I will take you there. And we may sample sophisticated wines and try food we would be none the wisest to taste at home. And we may walk along stone routes and under roofs one-hundred years beyond our own. And we may dance, slow, not to impress the world, but as a need for our bodies to remain conjoined in a loving motion for if they split our own hearts will cave in.

Love, I may dream of such events, however selfish or slighted or far off or untimely they may be, but I do dream of them. And I will never ever go to such a place as France, unless I can hold your hand every step of the way.

There is nothing like you. And if I am to be an unsuccessful man or a man in a world not big enough, full of days too short for his emotions, I know this… I was put here to show you, through any means necessary, that God spent more time on you. And that I am unworthy but ultimately, in love.

This. Well crafted words. Love.

(Source: lrnfromhistory)

Come fly with me, let’s fly, let’s fly away.

One day, I’ll fly away…