I have screamed directly at the sky, "you will not take me down, no matter how much you try," and I don't know exactly who or what I was talking to, but I meant it.
I'm no knight in shining armor, my knees are
covered in dirt from the crawl, raw, red knuckles to the bone on my well worn hands. My entire life has been a fight, and i'm so fucking tired, it's true...but I never give up, out of spite.
I can't think of anything more romantic than two people walking into a dark lake, kissing in the deepest part, then tying cinder blocks to each other's feet.