the difference between where i thought i was and where i am
understanding people?
i had something good to say, i cant remember anymore...
somethings like missing people who i see or hear from almost every day. different people. something like weird old, and lovely new crushes. something like old anchors. the things that keep me sturdy. i wanted to tell an old not-so-friend of mine that even though i have always kinda put out the aura of not caring what people think she helped me really be able to do it. i also wanted to tell a really old friends of mine, one of my oldest friends, that they are totally letting me down. fuck the most praised. that means something like Los Angeles. i hate LA anyway, mostly because of the new dodgers, not that they are new or anything.
i think its really strange, or not strange at all, or something worth mentioning; the difference between what people perceive compared to others. like one act. act 1. what i do to show my appreciation towards a specific person, that specific person might not perceive it that way. and visa versa. we all show our affection in different ways. when one person wants a verbal appreciation but the person giving it only shows it physically. it makes a difference. i guess its part of the fun of being human... if we all perceived things the same way our world would be gray, when all the world is green.
remembering.
stop, pop, cop
we turned to face each other, we leaned in and kissed
the finest wine in all the land never tasted as good as this.
:at puberty one is expected to detach all sexual desire from parents while not detaching the higher love and to find objects/people outside the family to attach both sexual and tender love to:
i will always say how i wish my moods were more consistent. dreams have a funny way of impacting how i feel when i wake up, setting the tone for the day. setting the tones on fire.
i had something good to say, i cant remember anymore...
somethings like missing people who i see or hear from almost every day. different people. something like weird old, and lovely new crushes. something like old anchors. the things that keep me sturdy. i wanted to tell an old not-so-friend of mine that even though i have always kinda put out the aura of not caring what people think she helped me really be able to do it. i also wanted to tell a really old friends of mine, one of my oldest friends, that they are totally letting me down. fuck the most praised. that means something like Los Angeles. i hate LA anyway, mostly because of the new dodgers, not that they are new or anything.
i think its really strange, or not strange at all, or something worth mentioning; the difference between what people perceive compared to others. like one act. act 1. what i do to show my appreciation towards a specific person, that specific person might not perceive it that way. and visa versa. we all show our affection in different ways. when one person wants a verbal appreciation but the person giving it only shows it physically. it makes a difference. i guess its part of the fun of being human... if we all perceived things the same way our world would be gray, when all the world is green.
remembering.
stop, pop, cop
we turned to face each other, we leaned in and kissed
the finest wine in all the land never tasted as good as this.
:at puberty one is expected to detach all sexual desire from parents while not detaching the higher love and to find objects/people outside the family to attach both sexual and tender love to:
i will always say how i wish my moods were more consistent. dreams have a funny way of impacting how i feel when i wake up, setting the tone for the day. setting the tones on fire.