love by lana del rey, 22nd February 2017

it takes time to surrender and give in to the mystical yet fucked up social construct of love. sure, love can be beautiful when you are high of it -- like a direct euphoria from your first dose of nicotine on a tedious day; you've been waiting for it the whole time, your mind was occupied with the thought of igniting the sparks. The ecstasy is addictive but as the ambers touch your skin and burn you, everything turns into ashes. why do we do this to ourselves? are we that broken to accept a habit that'd lead us to an early grave (metaphorically or literally) ? or am I just being cynical again?

heck, what do i know...