The warmth of her body, the softness of her lips - How welcoming, how indulgent.
A quickening of hearts and heaving of chests.
How delightful.
How fleeting?

I hope not.

When I have a house, there will be no knocks on the door.

Hung no on 8 signs on freeway overpasses this morning. Well, technically they were blatant parodies of yes on 8 signs ( Read more... )

Alright, so I dug out my packed up movies, and I think I'll watch Chasing Amy. This movie played a pretty interesting role in the way I went through some phases of my life, that would have been, 6 years ago or so ( Read more... )

Fuck, it's 2 am, and I planned on getting up at 5 to get some work done before going to work in the morning. I can't seem to convince myself to go to sleep, but I'm super tired.

what the fuck.

I don't know when to quit, and sometimes I like to live life a little too starry-eyed.

In the past, it's provided results on either side of the fence, there's no telling the outcome.

The funny hitch to being starry-eyed, is that if you try to control the outcome - and the effects it might have - you cease to be starry-eyed.

It's weird how the smallest things can sometimes get under your skin, and give your heart a little jab.

It's amazing how years of evolved defense mechanisms will automatically kick in, even when you don't want them to. I'm not convinced they are all healthy, or in my best interest, but that doesn't stop them. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe they are the best thing for me, they exist for a reason right ( Read more... )

Where has my life been, where is my life going? I don't have the answers to these questions. Well, I suppose I know where my life has been, but i don't like to pretend like I know where my life is going. Aside from the short glimpses I have at the very near future, it doesn't matter. Wherever I end up, one thing I can guarantee with the utmost ( Read more... )

It was a return to innocence - A shortcut through a rough patch of life. Like an old overgrown trail, one that hasn't been used in years, but frequented in the past. An air of familiarity, but somehow new and different. Slowly, as the end nears, the fragmented memories come together to paint a picture - one that tells the story of why this trail ( Read more... )

I need more people to talk to. I'm not alone, but I feel lonely.