|everything you can imagine is real. ~Pablo Picasso|
creationPaint with stardustcreation by dreameroftheblue
Each stroke an unfathomable stretch of sky
Eyes burning bright with the heat of a thousand supernovae
Juncture “I can’t keep doing this.”Juncture by dreameroftheblue
My hands freeze, still on his warm torso. I meet his eyes. “What?”
“Getting together like this, like one of your many boy toys.”
The way he spits out the words makes my stomach churn. I remove my hands. “Zodiac, you know you mean way more to me than any guy I’ve-“
“Yeah? Then prove it.” His gaze is unwavering; fixed and pained.
That knot in my stomach grows tighter. I open my mouth, but for once no loose words flow forth. I can’t meet his eyes any longer. “I’m trying.” I cough to cover the break in my voice. “Every time I click on that site, I think of you and how I’m letting you down. Every time I’m with some guy, I can only think about how he’s not you.” My breath stagger
Now I'm looking to the sky to save me|
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking 'cause I'm tired of lying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly high.
I think I'm done nursing the patience
It can wait one night
I'd give it all away if you give me one last try
We'll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life
Run and tell the angels that everything's alright...
~Learn to Fly by Foo Fighters