I live for sincere moments. Witnessing the passionate eyes of hate and locking with them makes up for all the phony weather talk. Life without passion is meaningless. I’d rather have confrontation over comfort. I’ll be comfortable when I’m dead.
i want to know what it’s like to be inside love again. just thinking about it is frightening and there is no one but when it happens, i’ll be ready to give it all i have. i at least know that much. the whole flirting, mind games, friends with benefits nonsense is becoming old news to me and after awhile i really start sucking at it whether i completely lose interest or realize looking long term the situation will eventually amount to zero value for either of us, physically and emotionally. i don’t want to be a rebound, i don’t want to be a crutch, i want to be loved back. waiting pretty~ patiently if you ask me. this isn’t one of those desperate times for desperate measures. this is one of those hey, i truly want something real kinda things. (and good sex. lots of sex. and cuddling. lots of cuddling.)
i really can’t wait to say, “there ain’t no one else but you and don’t ever expect that to change so don’t worry when you close your eyes at night ‘cos i’ll be right here waiting for you to wake up and cook me breakfast.” a little humor must always be inserted, i can’t be that cheesy… but still. along those lines.
fuck yessssWild Thing - Grieves
Erin Wasson is a boss. “When you’re young you’re naive, and when you’re naive you’re vulnerable, and when you’re vulnerable you’re weak, and when you’re weak you’re not properly navigating the seas through which you’re cruising.” (Taken with instagram)
new graphic novels, favorite mag, redbull, and blaring beth ditto’s sweet words the long way home. (Taken with instagram)




