a coward cant love.
there is nothing better than a good conversation with another woman who understands. it’s a different bond. there are things that only we know—those ‘little’ things that are big things. I will forever be skeptical of women having none—or no desire to have close relationships with other women.question a female with no female friends. chances are they lack morale.
i’m down with a romantic.
Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That’s its balance.
hit up an antique book and paper show. perfect day with ma.
|yo what are you doing? i'm bored|
|chillin at home filling out these applications. p.s i might get laid later tonight. LORD KNOWS MY POOR VAG NEEDS IT|
|who? but yes girl don't waste that beautiful wax you got done|
|same big dick guy with lack of rhythm. but hey! beggars can't be choosers.|
i’d quite enjoy a fat bowl of pasta right now. 3am pasta is the best.
I took a little vacay to Montréal. loved it. I shopped for incense, green tea, and mini Buddha’s in Chinatown. I saw the Deftones play at Métropolis. I took pictures of graffiti, and I didn’t dress accordingly.
What has me caged is my empathy, my attachment to things, and persons through the force of habit.
What’s freeing is being able to sleep at night - at peace with your actions and reactions to what life has thrown at you.