How do you react when he thinks he will sleep with you someday, and hes not afraid to tell you?

I need to brush my teeth more. also, music.

maybe life isnt about making sure you understand how to feel about life.

maybe life isnt about making sure you understand all the variables.

maybe life is about finding out what compels you, and chasing that emotion with reckless abandon.

maybe your life is measured by your actions.

do your actions bring you closer to what you desire?

do the desires of your mind and heart stew in your head without coming out in your actions?

what do you do when your emotions try and tell you that something about you- some desire, is a real, true thing?

you could write how much you miss the way it feels to look me in the eye, but it would never compare to seeing you on my doorstep.

Thats the magic of actions.

Ps im a hypocrite

self-discovery isnt a safe, happy, roses-and-cupcakes kind of thing.

If words are ALL

i have, then how can the world

In My Head get out to the

worlds in the heads of those I care for?

I am equally pissed off by vapid, wilful ignorance and intellectual pretentiousness.

Hello, and nice to meet you, and im sorry that
I forget sometimes myself and other things.

And how do you do, and what do you do
and to whom do you do what, and how do
you do that.

And its such a nice day, in the sun
or the rain, doesn't it feel good, in two
different ways?

And I love you and there. I said it. And
what have I said at all when no one agrees
on the details of love?

Now, ist past 2AM and im up in
five hours and if I wasnt writing this I
would be awake entertaining my thoughts.

And of course an imagination makes everything seem possible,
but only in your head. But why isnt that enough? I want
people more than anything. Loneliness is my first enemy
Im writing to be read. Screaming to be heard.

I break the law sometimes.
I wont tell you when or where or how.