And there I'll sit, and I'll admit that I was only just a guest inside my skin. And by the dawn, I'll be gone and I won't be holding on to anything again.
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# Posté le mardi 11 août 2009 00:31

Si l'impossible se produisait, je pourrais m'isoler pendant un mois de toute population et revenir le mois suivant comme si de rien n'était. J'aurais la possibilité d'avoir un pénis et de le supprimer quand ça me dit. Je sortirais avec une fille qui a un coeur, une tête et du charme, les trois à la fois.
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# Posté le jeudi 06 août 2009 23:08

Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect her to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect her to calm you down when you're yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something doesn't exactly match up with all your plans. But that's the thing. Love isn't a plan. It doesn't have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it.
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# Posté le lundi 03 août 2009 00:13