Actually its more like "Damn The Maxim". I have fallen in love with a magazine cologne pullout. I could quite possibly be in love with the cologne... but they never smell the same as they do on paper, the cologne is called "corduroy" and the description of it is totally fruity, but I dont smell the fruit and I actually wish that the smell was a man so I could attack it, but its not... and im ok.
I dont know why I like the smell of cologne so much.. I wish Lorenzo would find one he likes and wear it all the time but he hasn't and isn't really looking. It makes me kind of sad.
About Me
- me
- Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States
- Pablo Neruda Sonnet XVII (100 Love Sonnets, 1960) I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close "Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel, but that's why there's us. It doesn't matter where we come from, or what we've done, or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be." --Angel
