“By the time I realized I was in love, it was malignant. It was hopeless. There was no escaping, no negotiating with the feeling. No choice.
- Frank Ocean (via forcatladies)
There is always an escape.
As the body can be rid of cancer, so too can the white blood cells of rational thought rescue us from that most vulnerable of positions, the radiating light of what we bear out and hold up as real and sacred illuminate that which within us creates unreason and conflict.
Still, it’s lovely
(Source: overitdotcom, via xo-zeti)
