You can't always do it right, but you can always do what's left.
I wish i could just have my own love with jackie instead of it being “God’s love” as well in the eyes of my parents. I wish they would just let me believe what i want to and leave me alone instead of trying to cram their religion down my throat every time i actually sit down and talk to them. Even when we make small talk. For mothers day i watched a movie with my mom and let her pick it out. I figured it would be an old disney movie like we used to watch so she could have her little boy back again for a few hours, but instead it was some super christian movie that was a a modernization of the parable of the prodigal son. I just hate that it has come to the point where we could reminisce about younger days, but she chooses to try and “save me.”
Magic Pixie Pants is my new explanation for all cartoon characters who go pantsless. (I’m looking at you, Donald.)
THEN DON’T MAKE IT A DAMN RULE. Why is the English language so fucking stupid and complicated?
When all that is has whittled away, and all that is left is the essence of us, I wont complain. I know it’s been weird for a little while. But let me assure you that no one in the world can take your place. No collection of people would be able to fill the hole. Because when it all boils down, not only do you quench my yearning for a lover and friend, but you fulfill my wildest fantasies. You want to see the things my eyes do. You want to touch and feel and experience the things that every part of me does. Together, we will be the artists who create what we want, when we want. We will sculpt our own life. And who knows, maybe we will provide inspiration for those who come after us. All i know is that i want to live and die as one with you.