Orion Carloto Quotes

don't get too close, i'll turn you into poetry

Progress is dancing to the same song I used to cry to.

Sometimes things must break in order for the wishes we've longed for the most to come true.

I was too busy admiring the petals that I forgot about the thorns.

I close my eyes just enough to let go of the suffering and allow myself this moment to feel everything.

I was the only one watching myself fall apart; that’s how I became the only one putting myself back together.

women are brutally beautiful, they wear heaven in their eyes and hell on their tounges

you are your home

You are a dream and i don't want to wake up.

you can't fight fire with fire," is something I always tried reminding you; yet, without a shadow of doubt, we watched each other burn and called it love. :')

What better way to feel something, or nothing at all, than to tell someone you love them when you don’t mean it.

Distract me with your sugar-coated mouth And watch back as my teeth rot

You can't fight fire with fire," is something I always tried reminding you; yet, without a shadow of a doubt, we watched each other burn and called it love.

Never did I imagine seeking such satisfaction in the smallness of being- that is until she looked over at me.

you asked me to sing for you, and through my toothy smile I had to admit that I only sound pretty with the capo tuned on 2nd. watching me meticulously handcraft one from miscellaneous hotel souvenirs, I sang to you a song I wrote about someone once before you.

Seeking closure for far too long made me pinpoint the fear that very much lived inside of me too.

allow me to crawl inside your corpse and play a tender hymn with the keys growing along your spine.

I wrote these words for him, but he never appreciated them. I wrote these words for her, but I was too afraid to admit it. I wrote these words in hope they would heal.

I’ve longed to trace my fingers across your delicate terrain, limbs entangled, heavy in this bed we’ve made.

The reflection serves nothing more than a reminder that these are all the things I should feel so lucky to love and yet, I’m still learning.

I believe there are soul mates out there that don’t necessarily have to be your romantic partner.

If we’re going to feel, let’s do so deeply.

It’s almost as if I was begging on my hands and knees to get my heart broken. But I mean, this is all for the sake of my very own character development, right?

Maybe you’ll forget about me and maybe I’m okay with that.

It was putting myself before anyone that I learned what self-love truly meant.

If you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people.

I am a paradox craving both attachment and distance from you, unknowing of our future we thought we were destined to.

I can’t let go of the idea of losing my youth or the idea of you both becoming a prayer away.

Holding you feels like reliving every sweet spring I’ve ever had all at once.

I’ll follow you to heaven, Even hell if I’m with you.

I never knew how maternal instincts could possibly feel so early on in life, until I walked into that soundless hospital room to see a peaceful you sleeping soundly in the arms of my sister, and I realized that the universe needed us together even if you didn’t grow from my roots.

As the dusk is settling in, I’m reminded that my nights can sometimes feel unbearably lonely. The only visitors I have are the characters I read to life in the books that sit on my bedside table. I’m still getting used to the quiet. But I just know that future-me will look back and envy this stillness. So I’m trying to take it all in without sounding too selfish.

Where do I make a home of these restless thoughts when all I want is to feel perceived as heavenly in the eyes of the ones I admire?

An abundance of affection can feel intoxicating, too,

we watched each other burn and called it love.

The things that used to seem so mundane strangely enough begin to feel more sacred to you. Everything you thought you hated actually just came from a place of deep-rooted love.

Nothing could compare to your first real love and first real loss. It’s a tender chapter in character development that I so desperately needed. I think you needed it, too. Everyone is somebody’s fool, and I don’t think I’ll ever grow out of being yours. Here’s to another letter I’ll never send.

Plagiarized affection, I’m not the first to feel your suffering. The palms wrapped around my waist used to belong to her, too, once.

my dreams failed to prepare me for someone like you.

I don’t want to go back to the winters I’ve lived before you. Because once you’ve seen in color, it’s impossible to imagine going back to black and white.

How could I fool myself and say I don’t have an addictive personality while lying on your floor for the third time this week, waiting for you to kiss me? I sit at home, reluctant in my own company, itching for a fix of your regards even if it’s only temporary.

I picked up my first cigarette that night because of you. I thought that maybe it would make me feel something because I would watch you from afar inhaling tobacco like therapy. Yet, at no chance was anything able to ease the pain you put me through

Infatuated with my own desirable imagination, I turned myself into a victim of my own romanticization.

If I knew you'd become the person you promised you'd never be, I don't think I'd be missing you anymore.

Last night I was drunk on your words. This morning I am hungover on your silence.

If you asked him how he felt, he'd probably look away in fear of exposing any emotion. A coward hidden beneath his layers too afraid to convince, even himself, that it's okay to mourn.

Would it kill you to just put your pride aside for the slightest second and ask me if I'm doing okay?

I've become a master at burning the same bridges I wasted my time building.

You can't trust a coward, she said, but you sure can fall in love with one.

I knew I was addicted when it was 3 a.m. and I was doing it by myself.