No matter how much love I preach, I’m still afraid of the hate my heart beats.
Anonymous asked: How did the whole "microphone in a bowl of water" thing work out for you?
no damage done, once the mic is submerged it sounds like an orca whale. Oh and use a condom.
Anonymous asked: “You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.” - John Green
I wholly agree with that, but in my experience the unrequited love only holds a steady flame. While as of late I have been thirsting for a flame that burns as bright and as fast as the strike from a stick of flint.
I miss being in love with something that will love me back. I feel like my life is full of longing.
Heres to shoving my microphone into a bowl of water. lets hope I thought this through
There is no one.
i want an apple in my eye
I don’t like jeans.
Im afraid I confuse hate and love far to easily. Sometimes I wish I was more understood, but that isn’t a pure feeling. I don’t want to be, I want to be the image that I portray and nothing else. Invulnerable to anything, but vulnerable to myself; the harshest judge of them all.
