Summer

[stonedbyreality]

This summer is turning out to be breaking the ritual of chaotic summers. I don't know but something's very different. I haven't been doing too much lately but I suppose that's almost a good thing because I've been able to think more and read more and write more and draw more. I think it's going to be a rather productive summer in that aspect but

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[drinkdrivekill]

Love is there. In the darkest pit of your heart, it's there. In the bleakest and most painful moments, it's there.

Whenever you feel alone in this world, come online (usually between 7-10:30pm) and I will do whatever I can in my limited power to cheer you up and won't rest until I do. Because, that's what you would do (and have done) for me.

*750 kilometer hug*

Love, Andy

[anonymous]

The one thing you said about love that to me proves it is very real very worthwhile is the fact that it hurts. (Sorry, this is going to be REALLY cliché, but...) Things that hurt the most are always the most worthwhile (kill me now). And love, I think, is a fine mixture of romance and passion and just every-day mundane survival. Sometimes that survival gets ugly. That's what makes love even the more intense in its moments of force. Lust is the physical side of it, but what makes you love someone, I think, is the desire to stick by them even when everything is going terribly wrong. I mean, maybe you won't, and perhaps you shouldn't, but that doesn't mean you don't want to

[earlysunsets]

Kapow. Well we both know how much I have struggled with the idea. Now that I am finally in a relationship that is worth it, I speak with more wisdom that I had previously possessed. You see, when I was alone I so arrogantly denied any existance of something that you can see everyday. Because the fact was, I was jealous and impatient and it was easier to pretend something wasn't real because that way I wouldn't be frustrated about not posessing it. Love is something that has been around since the begining of time it would seem and yes, it has been scientifically proven. Scientists measured brainwaves and apparently when people who are in love, they think with a different part of the brain or something of the sort. Either way, I think passion has been given a bad name. We attach the word "lust" to it and suddenly we are flooded by Dante Inferno-like Hell images of sluts and v.d. I think sexual attraction is what begins the process of love, I'm not sure exactly when it turns into "love". Everyone I've asked have said that you just "know

[earlysunsets]

Kelly, lets meet on an orange coloured day and you will be mine. You bring the champagne, I'll bring the sex.