I find it sick that i’m in love.

I let my brain recieve the dumb chemicals i shouldn’t and with that movement I’m in love with a doe. My brain says no, my rational pattern of thinking says hell no, and the society says never. But, I thought love holds more than that…i thought love includes the intimacy of being understood, slash the deathly hallows of curiousity and discover the core of safety.

Doe, Deer, Doll.

Their love is for all. I find it hillarious that we are restrained to feel someone in spesific; i can cherish Johnny but not Dorothy? Sometimes Sam doesn’t welcome me the way Sierra does.

So damn you… for making my life as complex as a knot ’till I’m the odd one out.