we have egos like hairdos, they're different everday.
Sometimes, staying home on a friday night when you could be somewhere else and just lying in your unmade bed and re-reading your favorite book for the ?nth time and watching your favorite tv show that hasn't been on tv in 9 years (and knowing every word to every episode) and playing the same old songs you always play on your guitar (but really playing them and taking what you can from them) and making mix tapes and writing in your journal and just being you is enough. Sometimes it's so much more than enough.
"If you were about to do it, okay, what would you want the other
person to say, like, right before?"
You're so beautiful, it hurts to look at you.