I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life.
i alternate daily between being an introverted pretentious intellectual and a 5 year old child
i really hate when people say ‘no homo’
like excuse you
get back here and give me the homo you denied me of
Welcome aboard. :)
do you ever use a particular pen or pencil in school a lot and you start getting emotionally attached to it and then you lose it and it’s just another reason to be sad during school