I fucking hate hypocrytes. I dont fuckin’ sit and talk shit about people and then turn around, share drinks with them and hang out with them. That’s fuckin’ stupid. If you hate some people, don’t turn around and act like their god damn best friend. Horse shit man
I’m drunk and its not even 3:30 in the afternoon.
My sex life rocks.
Tomorrow Nik and I have been established for a whole year. I’ve never been able to carry a consistant relationship ever. This is the longest I’ve ever been with someone without breaks, or breaking up, and getting back together. And she has never threatened to leave me. This is how I know I married the right one. She would die before she let me go, and I would do the same.
spacemenrurfriendz: I once wrote a poem about a man. Then I remembered the look on his face in slumber, After the constant underlying grief had left his muscles, And the crows’ feet had vanished from ‘round his eyes. And as his freckled arms wrapped themselves tighter around the pillow they held captive, I saw a boy. And I decided I didn’t want to write a poem about a boy, so I stopped.