“I’ve just been starting to feel that I haven’t fully belonged anywhere in a while, and it’s kind of disorienting.” -me
“Hey, hey, hey. C’mon now. If you don’t belong anywhere else, then you belong to me. You and me, we’re in a two person club, and you belong to it okay?” - you
and all that entails.
What a relief it is to humbly ask for a bit of life. Wide-eyed, mouth dropped, drooling. gimme gimme.
All the prestige and comfort in all the world, could not rival the free nachos and conversation I had at an empty pic nic table, in an empty agency, with my best friend. It’s solid proof:
Pulse alone is no indication of life.
is the difference between going with your gut and being reckless, and how can you tell when to do either?
Jesus is to Drugs,
as capillaries are to highways,
as thirteen year old movie theater kisses are to cobra stings,
as sumo wrestles in Tokyo are to chicken fights in Topeka.
It’s all the same shit.
Finish this sentence: An analogy is like _______.
Change is the thing that throws us around- and the hope that feeds us too. May you always stay malleable. May you find worth in empty pockets, but find that yours are full. May you be so lucky as to love something or someone before the clock runs out. May you never have the displeasure of knowing exactly what’s going to happen for the rest of your life, and may you eat breakfast regularly.
Let’s be clear.
A woman without clothes on does not a slut make.
There is a HUGE difference between being a whore, and just being naked.
If to you my naturally occurring body is inherently slutty,
Kiss my round perfect nekked ass.
good days n’ bad. Hopefully all the temporary in my life will settle soon.
J
