based on what i've examined...not experienced.
love is the most addictive drug of all. the sickest obsession with the biggest pay off. you want it so badly and luckily it's not frowned upon. and while you have it and it's mutual it is the greatest feeling but after you lose it you live through a wave of pain; a withdrawal of sorts, and you come to hate the very drug.
it causes the kindest people to fall into a life of selfishness. they'll do anything to make their love happy because this fuels their own happiness. their happiness IS their partner's happiness. it's like theyv'e become one person...or twins who feel and think the same things. if one is sick the other aches for them.
and this drug, this unquenchable thirst, is something we're all hopeful for. an addiction we eagerly await and a pain we will wholly accept because the short term pay off is so worth it and afterwards we can just blame other people. they're the ones who made this huge hype about love. they're teh ones who claimed it was so great. the drug's so fucking popular it must be damn near great.
and love, being a drug, causes people to do crazy things. change, lie, conform, compromise. it can cause them to give everything they have; their most prized possessions. people will do anything to keep love in their lives. they'll rip out their hearts and other loving red organs, variety meats, and send them away to their lovers, putrid and rotting. and we have never wanted them to rip their hearts out for us.
on a scale of one to ten how important, valuable, is love in yr life...it's not like we're about to give it up even in its earliest states with the most disagreeable people. we love the idea of being in love.
on another note, but metaphorically related:
"haha! exporta? you mean export 'a'...lol those are so sick. they're from fucking canadia.
don't smoke, you'll hurt your fetus.
xoxo
nato "
how much do i fucking love my brother?
it causes the kindest people to fall into a life of selfishness. they'll do anything to make their love happy because this fuels their own happiness. their happiness IS their partner's happiness. it's like theyv'e become one person...or twins who feel and think the same things. if one is sick the other aches for them.
and this drug, this unquenchable thirst, is something we're all hopeful for. an addiction we eagerly await and a pain we will wholly accept because the short term pay off is so worth it and afterwards we can just blame other people. they're the ones who made this huge hype about love. they're teh ones who claimed it was so great. the drug's so fucking popular it must be damn near great.
and love, being a drug, causes people to do crazy things. change, lie, conform, compromise. it can cause them to give everything they have; their most prized possessions. people will do anything to keep love in their lives. they'll rip out their hearts and other loving red organs, variety meats, and send them away to their lovers, putrid and rotting. and we have never wanted them to rip their hearts out for us.
on a scale of one to ten how important, valuable, is love in yr life...it's not like we're about to give it up even in its earliest states with the most disagreeable people. we love the idea of being in love.
on another note, but metaphorically related:
"haha! exporta? you mean export 'a'...lol those are so sick. they're from fucking canadia.
don't smoke, you'll hurt your fetus.
xoxo
nato "
how much do i fucking love my brother?