Running wild |
mumbling, rolling, drinking, screaming, laughing, twittering, writing, listening (contentedly), loving, crying. |
For a little while, there was all the things we talked about and all of those things were love.
There was a restlessness we equated to lack of love, to missing love, and oh, god, I am so tired of talking about love. I am not here to talk about love because I don’t know what it is and I don’t know…
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Read this. It’s good for you.
Brilliant, and not even in the annoying way that makes me jealous. Just plain smart. thefrenemy: There is more to life...