no, it's always important when you're practically killed
WHY DO I ALWAYS SEEM SO SAD, LIVEJOURNAL?
it is not like life is so bad! i do not even have to work and i can still be sad while my own friends struggle to find jobs. i eat too much while others can't afford food. i watch everything with a judgemental eye while most of the world doesn't have that luxury. instead they are wondering how to make things better while i wonder about things until they are worse. they were good, they are good, but then i had time to think about it.
i want to take jay to live in a teepee in the forest. learn to farm, to build, to work, and instead of any of those things i will snuggle into him and smile and live off our love. i'll pass the hours stroking the hairs of his beard, kissing his eyelids, decorate his head with a crown of flowers.
i always do whatever i can to make him smile, because that is one of the only times i see nothing but beauty in the world. the tense feeling in my brain of the world tightening around it lifts and it instead fills with dimples. cute, perfect dimples. deep and impossible not to notice, not to love, not to want to kiss him all over his face and he's all, all mine
it is not like life is so bad! i do not even have to work and i can still be sad while my own friends struggle to find jobs. i eat too much while others can't afford food. i watch everything with a judgemental eye while most of the world doesn't have that luxury. instead they are wondering how to make things better while i wonder about things until they are worse. they were good, they are good, but then i had time to think about it.
i want to take jay to live in a teepee in the forest. learn to farm, to build, to work, and instead of any of those things i will snuggle into him and smile and live off our love. i'll pass the hours stroking the hairs of his beard, kissing his eyelids, decorate his head with a crown of flowers.
i always do whatever i can to make him smile, because that is one of the only times i see nothing but beauty in the world. the tense feeling in my brain of the world tightening around it lifts and it instead fills with dimples. cute, perfect dimples. deep and impossible not to notice, not to love, not to want to kiss him all over his face and he's all, all mine