Bella-Anima

I'm not dead. Also yes I know my latest submissions look like they're shot on a potato. I have no computer, mine broke a long while back and I'm too broke to get a new one. Copic markers and Instagram are all I've got unfortunately. Also, a side note, not even that important but......I'm getting married in September. So yeah. That's a thing. Maybe I'll write a squishy poetic journal about it soon. *fades back into the obscure occupation of favouriting a tonne of shit but never producing content.*

I almost said it three times today. Three times, three words. So we are connected, we are more and more intertwined every passing day. We are happy. “Can I just…say something?” “Sure.” “…………I love you.” I want to bottle this moment like I want to bottle the tears that are flowing down my face. My body racks with sobs, I’m shaking in your arms. Because you are the first person who sees me as I am and hasn’t walked away. It was so hard before, but now I speak with confidence. Love is joy. Love is sorrow. Love is fear for what’s to come. But it&#821

Parapraxis is a beautiful word. It’s when your mouth betrays your true feelings, your unconscious ideas and attitudes, and it’s impossible to keep under control. I confess I have to clamp down on my jaw when you look into my eyes. Because all I want to do is tell you the hardest and easiest words for anyone to speak. It’s so simple to say to everyone but you, who I want to tell the most. I’m not ashamed, I suppose I’m afraid. If I say it, it means I mean it. It also means I understand what it means to love, and I’m not too sure I do. Sometimes I think you want to say it too. You stop to look at me,