And sometimes when you're on, you're really fucking on
And your friends they sing along, and they love you But the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap And it teases you for weeks in its absence But you’ll fight and you’ll make it through You’ll fake it if you have to And you’ll show up for work with a smile And you’ll be better and you’ll be smarter And more grown up And a better daughter or son and a real good friend And you’ll be awake, you’ll be alert You’ll be positive though it hurts And you’ll laugh and embrace all your friends And you’ll be a real good listener You’ll be honest, you’ll be brave You’ll be handsome and you’ll be beautiful You’ll be happy
I see that you live far away, and this is over the internet which just makes me a double creep, I guess.
But I just see the pictures you post of yourself, and I want to say, in the most innocent way possible, that I think that you are indescribably beautiful.
My only hope is that you'll read this fondly, and not with the sense that you're being stalked by a pervert from who-knows-where. Because truly, that isn't what this is.
Wow. I’m not creeped out, thank you for the lovely compliment.
“If someone told me to write a book on morality, it would have a hundred pages and ninety-nine of them would be blank. On the last page I would write, “I recognize only one duty and that is to love.” And as far as everything else is concerned, I say no.”—Albert Camus (via azspot)
well take me, take me back to your bed. i love you so much that it hurts my head. say i don’t mind you under my skin, i’ll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. when we were made we were set apart. life is a test and i get bad marks. now some saint got the job of writing down my sins. the storm is coming, the storm is coming in.
“There’d be hell to pay when my man got home, but at least by then I would be awake and able to argue, perhaps convincingly, that I am all the beauty he will ever need.”—Dave Sedaris, When You are Engulfed in Flames