I get love and I get relationships. To an extent. Like how in a relationship, there is the presence and absence of love. There is also the fleetingness and permanence of love, the stagnancy and mobility of it, its everything and its nothing. But what about love alone? What about love without relationships? What about love unsucked in a vacuum and floating within the confines of cracks on chalky pavements and space dust peeling off planet walls?
There is love contained and there is love uncontained.
Love uncontained is writing on Livejournal.
—Elise Montinola, how i long for you on tumblr and on livejournal and offline (via gentlecoast) (via petradactyl)
