I want you to make a list right now. Not any list, the list. That list of perfect boys you and your friends’ve always wanted to be with but thought they’d never take you or were too afraid to make a move on. I want you to write down their names, bonus points if they’re friends with your exes or will piss off your enemies. Write ‘em all down. I want you to title this “Things To Do.” Now, I want you to go down this list, do what it says and cross off all the names.
It’s not that I’m not over you,
It’s not that I’m not over you, it’s just I miss the things you do.
I wish I’d done everything on Earth with you.
|You:||Why do hamsters run on wheels?|
|Me:||It's like a low-tech treadmill and this way you don't have to walk 'em. Hamsters are for lazy fuckers.|
I used to think my attraction to Frank Turner’s music was because they hold my thoughts, those of restlessness, a wanderlust, and leaving things behind. Now I realize it is because they fit me like an old sweater, the perfect size but a little too hot and scratchy: More often than not, the ones I care about leave me behind.
I wanted to be the one to take you to the West coast.
With each person we get intimate with, we tell them something we haven’t told anyone else. I wonder how many bits of ourselves we’ll leave with other people before we find the one that cares enough to stick around and save our secrets.
Somebody woke up
Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the lord today.
He doesn’t stick it to the man,
He doesn’t stick it to the man, he sticks it in the man.
Our souls are similar. I live by the idea that contentment is largely a matter of believing God will not strike you too hard for leaning in the direction of your hunger.
When someone beautiful comes along, enjoy the good parts of them to keep in your dreams once they’re gone, even if you know it might be wrong. But ensure to leave out the bad and the scares, so those good dreams don’t become nightmares.
Can we talk about
Can we talk about how my friend’s boyfriend wants to spend $300 to fly out to see her in AZ and my ex wouldn’t even drive two hours.
Once you go short, you never long for a taller cohort.
|You:||It makes noise because it's beautiful.|
|Me:||Because it's beautiful? Well, I never shut up, that must make me fucking gorgeous.|