I’ve Been Drinking
Baby, the thousands and thousands of miles that we are apart, never forget for a moment how much you mean to me. I’ve fucked up time and time again but PLEASE… In the midst of the dumb shit, understand my heart.. Understand my soul.. Know who I live to be great for.. That’s you. I cherish each and every second we spend on Skype, Facebook, iMessage, Google hangouts.. all that shit.. Anything to help me feel closer to you. I love you. We get frustrated with one another. We love each other and then we hate each other.. But we’re in love with each other. Never lose sight of that…
..Until the Sunset of Forever and After,
Right, Queen. Entirely Right.
when i make a joke to myself and no one’s around to hear it
Me, as I continuously crack myself the hell up.
Zen has no goal; it is a traveling without point, with no where to go. To travel is to be alive, but to get somewhere is to be dead, for as our own proverb says, “To travel well is better than to arrive.”
A world which increasingly consists of destinations without journeys between them, a world which values only “getting somewhere” as fast as possible, becomes a world without substance. One can get anywhere and everywhere, and yet the more this is possible, the less is anywhere and everywhere worth getting to. For points of arrival are too abstract, too Euclidean to be enjoyed, and it is all very much like eating the precise ends of a banana without getting at what lies in between.
You Lezzie girls Kill me.
If you think a female is attractive or you find yourself wanting to further know a female whom you are unsure of, please, and I repeat, please do not spark up a random and awkward LGBT convo or obvious convo in regards to Pride Month trying to acquire solid facts. It’s tacky. It’s a new day. Just use your Lady Balls and ask.