This is my public journal;
the insides of my mind.
You're welcome to tag along, though it may be a bumpy ride.
Lol well thank you sir!!!
Your blog is pretty awesome, so.. of course I’d follow.
Apparently I’m extremely jealous. lol
I can see it.
Though in the situation, I don’t see it.
Don’t fucking wear my clothes while trying to get some ass. ^-^
I don’t use this tumblr anymore.
Its filled with lots of memories so I don’t wanna delete it, but I have a fresh start on another blog. Which is why I renamed this one to “Things of the past”
So if you still wanna come along for the ride,
- Cuddle with
- Relax with
- Giggle with
- Feel safe with
- Go home to
- Go out of my way for
- Make silly little surprises for
- Rely on without worry
I miss having that one guy. I think back to how things used to be and how happy I was… and I just miss that feeling of wholeness.
There’s nothing special about being single. Sure you can go around and fuck whoever you want. Do things without having to consider his thoughts… but when your heart is taken, those things don’t mean anything to you. All I want is his arms around me again. I really miss us.
I know its been a while.
Things werent exactly going too well for me these last few months.. hence my absence.
I’m currently drunk atm, or at least feeling a bit more than tipsy. lol.
I miss Tumblr… so yeah, get ready for the posts……………….maybe. Thats of course if I decide to actually do it when I’m sober. Which there is a high chance that I won’t.
Eh, at least I’m honest.
I just got finished watching one of the Jackass movies and I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this… but CUM is the most disgusting thing ever. lol. Ive never really liked it; the texture, the warmth, the taste.. idk. Its not a pleasant thing, yet I’ve noticed so many people enjoy it. ahaha. EW. All the more power to you guys out there!!! lol
Now that I’ve been through certain experiences and have matured with age.. the one thing I thought beautiful is no longer what I thought it was.
Love.
It used to mean all these great and amazing things to me. When I think back, I still get that feeling; The warmth and heart-exploding happiness. Yet, I can’t fathom that feeling ever being present in my life again. It just seems like a fairy tale. Something I created to make life easier to handle. To make waking up with a smile just that much easier.
I was a naive, idiotic, little teenager who full-heartily gave himself up to the man of his dreams. Heh, look where that boy is now: here, writing about how something so sweet is a load of shit.
The worst thing is that I TRULY fell in love. It wasn’t that childish bullshit of lust or false love. I’m stuck. I will always and forever love that one man. No matter if I get love in return. No matter if he’s married and has 10 kids. No matter if he suddenly turns straight and hates me. I will always love him.
That is why love isnt so beautiful. Its more of a torment than a blessing.
Life moves on. Things change. People grow up. Love doesn’t fade.
It either makes you the happiest person alive or it feels like a faraway fairy tale; something from your childhood that you can look back at and smile but never have again.
