I can’t decide if passionate swept-off-your-feet kind of love is healthy or not. As much as it makes me feel fully alive, it makes me feel pretty wrenched up inside.
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.