dear me [a journal of feelings]

[six]

[may 25,2013]

i love unmade beds.

i love when people are drunk and crrying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment.

i love the look in people's eyes when they realize they're in love.

i love the way people look when they first wake up and they've forgotten their surroundings.

i love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. [not that i enjoy the scene myself]

i love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds.

i fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time.

i fall in love with their breakdons and their smeared makeup and their daydreams.

Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.