Can incredible irrationality really be a justification for emotion?
My best friend makes me nunchuck/tazer/spears for my psychotic fits of laughter/rage on her free time AND amuses me to no end for an hour just sitting in a car in the middle of the night watching an old asian woman run around the block. I love her so big.
It was when I realized that the raven's name was Nevermore, that I stopped quoting him.
It's possible that she has been wrong every time. Maybe, she is not the kind of girl that loves falling in love. There may have been another motive behind all 4 or 5 times. Maybe her sole intention was to make them fall for her.
I haven't played french horn for 3 years. Yet I have this incredible urge to be artistic, and if I cant paint than I am going to play music. Because music gives me a sense of comfort. And so this is why I am going to orchestra tonight. And I'm very excited about it....imagine that! wooo.
Not only do I write journal entries in random blurbs, but i think that way too. Imagine that.
Everybody loves somebody sometimes.
I love everybody sometimes too.