Singing, Swiss cheese, philosophy, and musicals.
My cars nose had not seen the ground of the road where we last spoke. He wanted much less to do with me than I, him. I wanted his familiar world to crash into mine.
I've tasted the bitter distain of desire.
Barely scratching the surface of understanding, an introspective thought provoking word collection. The wind carried away the first leaf from suspension to the ground.
I genuinely do not see what I'm doing wrong. Maybe I'm setting my sight a little too high. I also don't want to settle..
Snow dropped, heavily, from up. Above, on, and over all down..
I guess I was asking because I think you're super adorable and I really like you. But yep it's on the table..
I wanted to pour. I wanted to spill. My words. All of them and how I felt into a single text message. The most stupid shallow form of communication, and I wanted to abuse it and say things.
I've always lived living in a rented house, we always get other peoples mail. Accidentally, most of the time we open it.
Until this very moment, I really did not think that I was going to get married. Now though, I see it. I see myself getting married to the person I love.
It's the random things that really get you. The end of a television show, a sad little advertisement. Then again, maybe it's our emotional volatility, our inability to stand on our own.
The esoteric night falls on mostly deaf minds. Appreciated by few, shared by many..
Not everything has great meaning; not everything has purpose..