so I do, but so you have to, too
after all, makes more sense to do what you feel like doing than what you don't
so much going on and here's me totally not accustomed to not taking pictures especially when someone has a body of pure perfection and a soul that could easily pair up with it if it were laundered a bit at last
I n e e d to take pictures, I have to make sure it's on, it's real, like really real
'how something so real can be so conditional'
ocd treats me better sometimes but only after it has brought me down + after having to face hundreds of drop-dead gorgeous people, how I wish I didn't exist at times like these
finally arrived at a point where I stop analysing people and think I might be smarter than them in their position.
I won't expect them to talk about their problems, either.
the first has been obvious for a while now - not judging anyone that isn't me
second: why and by what right expect people to do something I personally don't do?
would love to see myself chewing on the nasty parts..
2009-2013
less lonely seasons, same enthusiasm
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