so this is lindsey not drea but she is signed in and i was to lazy to sign in too, and she just finished posting on my blog and i decided i should post on hers,
yes i am a bad friend because when my friend was hysterical and sobbing all her problems to me i was think about domenick and really i would like to blame him for that but i cant my thoughts are my own fault. but in all fairness i was trying to think of her problems instead of mine and i ended up thinking about them and i never once complained that she messed up my sleeping habits which are quite irregular without her help but i am going to marry batman if i can just find one so i win
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
