Sometimes I think I have felt everything I’m ever gonna feel. And from here on out, I’m not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I’ve already felt.


A tear is made of 1% water 99% GAY

Traveling - it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.

Ibn Battuta

Slowly letting go of you. It’s hard, though. This will be for the better. I can’t really pinpoint what I liked about you. The attention you gave me must have been first. Everything else is just an extra. Especially your looks. Looks are such a plus. See, I don’t need to constantly talk all the time, but if share some physical time together, I’m good. We don’t even have to do anything cool— I like just sitting around, too. I cant stand just talking… It’s nothing compared to actual physical presence. I’m tired of people who are all talk. I value physical contact than contact through mobile devices. I think the worst is just texting or messaging. It’s interesting from time to time but I cannot imagine as that being the only form of communication. Phone calls are a bit better and webcam is a level up, but nothing can compare to actual face-to-face contact. Time we spend together always works. I don’t get in trouble when I’m around you. I have a superstition that some people are just not good to hang out with. I base this off of past experience. Just the turn of fate. There is one person I am just bound not to see. I don’t even purposely try to not see them, it’s just coincidental. That really wasn’t meant to be. But for you, things are almost all meant to be. Hanging out with you, I end up staying out longer than usual and not get in trouble. I need to stop thinking about you so often. I just need to let go and not think about this. To end this post, I would like to quote my absolute favorite rapper, “There’s been a place for you in my heart since we first met.” It sounds so sentimental, but I just mean it as it is. This won’t true forever, but since we first met up until now, you have a special place in my heart.

Peter Bjorn and John - Paris 2004

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