deesquared:

Things are complicated, feelings are complicated, and I want to find a way to explain everything that’s complicated. The world doesn’t need an explanation of my fucked up life and I can care less if I become a best selling author. But I need to write, it’s all I’ve ever known. Because words are infinite. And adjectives are infinite. So long as they are genuine they will always be fucking infinite. And I need adjectives and words more than anything right now. Adjectives and words for every moment with you. Adjectives and words for everything about you. Too long have I let these books I read define my life. Too long have I scribbled and highlighted and circled inside these books. It is my turn to write the words and the adjectives and the books and it will all be infinite and genuine. And it will all be about me and you and you and me.