People always ask me the things I like and dislike..and one of the things they notice is that in both I mention the ocean.
It’s not hard to see why I’d both love and fear the ocean. It is something beautiful and draws you in. When it gets you in far enough you no longer have to try. It pulls you. You’re suddenly swept with its’ current, the waves pushing against one another, fighting to get to you so that they may throw you under. You push to resurface and in the moment you do you are suddenly overwhelmed with another wave. They crash over one another. You kick your legs and frail your arms over your head. Eyes open wide from the fear yet clench shut from the sting of the water. It once beckoned your eyes with its beauty and now it shuns them. Feeling them with burning hands, twisting your body with careless tidals. You’re pushed up once more and your fingers resurface but the undertow sweeps you away before your head, that is quite dizzy and spiraling from lack of oxygen, can break through. You expend the last resources of air you had cradled in your exhausted lungs with a scream..everything is getting dark..you’re falling into an unfamiliar sleep. No more light, no more warmth, no more beauty.
every guy ever when I suddenly get into a relationship.
making my way dow-
IT’S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMASSSSS!!
Mia: Don’t you hate that?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it’s necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don’t know. That’s a good question.
Mia: That’s when you know you’ve found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.
no matter how far I travel, I will always be here..and not there.
heard you were talkin shit