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Superman & Lois Lane: They start fires everytime they look at each other.

Superman & Lois Lane: They start fires everytime they look at each other.

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Darkest Passions

Do you ever think when you’re alone, “Are you holding back, like the way you always do?”

Sometimes the darkest passions cast a new light on everything before us, revealing so much that it hurts. Such humanity, desperate to be realized & accepted. We’ve tried & tried, but this sensation never really goes away, it may be ignored & suppressed, but it never can never be put out.

Emotions tend to trickle off into other emotions & fuel them in surprising ways. A cycle repeated, building up just to break down. When our hearts reach a fever-pitch, its us that burns down, not the one that set us ablaze.

I guess that’s why we do bad things in order to do good. It’s not an excuse, merely an observation.

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Quotes: Passion Alone

“All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.” ― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“When you set yourself on fire, people love to come and see you burn.” – John Wesley, Christian Theologian

“sex is the consolation you have when you can’t have love” ― Gabriel García Márquez

“I feel too much. That’s what’s going on. Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways? My insides don’t match up with my outsides.” ― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

“Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love… The clarity of hatred… and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we’d know some kind of peace… but we would be hollow… Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we’d be truly dead.” – Joss Whedon, Screenwriter and Director

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Moth To A Flame

Are you the moth or the flame?
Is it really, all the same?
Do you wanna get away, but keep getting drawn towards the searing heat?
You’ve gotten a little too close to Sun, and had your wings burnt but still you couldn’t turn away.
You’re glowing tonight.
Maybe you wanted to have your world set on fire so that you could feel something.
Come on, come on, put your hand into the fire.

Surely you know what’s going to happen, you’ve seen it happen before.
You draw them in and as sure as sin they cling to your feverish passion fueled heat until they’re burnt to a crisp.
Could you tone it down a little or maybe warn them to keep their distance?
What reason is there to go on like this?
Oh I forgot, your passion is blinding & finding cover was never an option.
You’ve found your match.

Do you see yourself as a Phoenix or the moth set ablaze as it tries in vein to fly away?
Still burning, still fading as it flaps its wings; like a fever dream knocking on Heaven’s door.
For us the urge to touch, to kiss, to hold each other once again, is the only thing worth living for.
I’m the ember left after your pyro kisses & you’ve become the ashes upon which my burnt out body rests.

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The Quest

The beating of my heart reinforces my belief in nothing.
Not in peace, not in war and not in what I’ve been living for.
Up until this moment I’ve had next to no clue of what I wanted for myself.
With no alibi I’ve got no excuse for falling apart.
In the aftermath of my many indecisions I have come to learn just how far I am from where I want to be.
We all can see that the only thing I’m good at is winging it.
If I could end this quest for fire I would.
All of the lights that I used to see in your eyes should be on and I should be basking in them.

I’ve held onto the dreams and ambitions of others.
I lost sight of my dreams and gave away what little I had left.
I guess all of those sacrifices chipped away at the real me.
I broke a promise I made to myself.
Never have I stood at the forefront of something I wanted solely for myself.
I’m always questioning answers, but I don’t have a clear answer when it comes to you.
The day that I saw you for who you were I knew that I had to do better.
So I said goodbye to excuses that refused to commit to something.

With so much time wasted, it won’t be easy to rebuild what I’ve let go to waste.
But if I can get back up again, so can the walls that I’ve watched crumble.
And if those walls can stand on their own, then so must I.
Knowing is nothing if you can’t change a thing.
And nothing becomes everything when it’s all that you have.
Find something to hold.
Live without being told.
Rest in peace not pieces.
The quest for fire begins now.

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