I like you. But I’m not going to make a commitment and say I love you. Duh.
I like you. But I’m not going to make a commitment and say I love you. Duh.
I love blueberries and the warm sensation of clean astigmatism.
Wear my tail as a tie damnit.
I love all of you.
Let off some steam and navigate trough the fog. Blind, we are all blind. On front of us lies a path that forgot our goal while we seem to speed and forget how sidetracked we are. Crash, we have crashed. Now what is left? A pile of lumps and a message that blurts I told you so.
We were all told so
Some people just do not understand.
Why rain at all when there are no ways to appreciate the grace? Why spill out a heart with sentimental years when we will mop it into a puddle and eat it all up again.