I think that I think too much. Because my mind is ablaze—the disjointed thoughts, unrealized ideas, fragmented sentences seamlessly disturb the quiet, the peace, and the calm. It’s the angst of having the beginnings of everything, but no endings in sight; the pathways are obscured and you can barely see more than two feet in front of you. Before long it’s pitch black with only a few stars dotting the night sky. And now even one step forward is all consuming and drenched with fear.
My idea of flirting is making fun of each other until one of us fucks up and says something nice.
I want a cactus in a cute little pot and I’ll name it after you because you’re a fucking prick.
I am thankful for all of those who said NO to me. Its because of them I’m doing it myself.
Albert Einstein (via zodiaccity)