'zactly.
'zactly.
"You can still love someone and be wrong for them..."
O______O
I'm in an extremely internal area of a hotel. No outside windows.
TV just freaked out.
Thunderstorm.
I can hear it outside. A rumblin'.
o___o
"You can still love someone and be wrong for them..."
Just have a wet dream about Zeddie Little.
What the fuck is this even?
"The root of all fear is imagination"
I'm glad you came.
That's what she said.
If you're going through hell. Keep on going.
Home from work.
Sovereignty over your own life. No action without reason.
No decision taken lightly. No day taken for granted. No words spoken without truth. No shame.
That is what it means to be King or Queen.
That's why I wear the crown.
Oh shit. My dad found a crumpled up piece of paper that feel out of one of my dirty pairs of jeans on which was written a mushy love poem. Damn, that is embarrassing, I never share my poetry with anyone. Particularly not of THAT variety. Such a sopping wet pile of lust and affection I have rarely put into writing.
I don't know what to put here right now.