well i see my self in a process to become a child in a man's body drowned in liquor reminising good old days. So i would like to differ thats the motto 🤔
“Dear Karen,I've been thinking about Us, the story of us. How the fuck do I sum it up? Has it been perfect? Hardly. Any story with me at the center of it will never be anything less than a big smiling mess. But here's what I know for sure—our time in the sun has been a thing of absolute fucking beauty. The nightmares, the hangovers, the fucking and the punching. The gorgeous shimmering insanity of the city of ours. Where for years I woke up, fucked up, said I was sorry, passed out and did it all over again.As a writer, I'm a sucker for happy endings. The guy gets the girl, she saves him from himself, fade to fucking black. As a guy who loves a girl, I realize there's no such thing. There's no sunset. There's just now, and there's just the two of us, which can be scary fucking ugly sometimes. But if you close your eyes and listen for the whisper of your heart—if you simply keep trying and never ever give up, no matter how many times you get it wrong, until the beginning and the end blur into something called until we meet again -- and that's it.I didn't know how to finish it, because it's not over. It'll never be over, as longs as there's you, and there's me, and there's hope, and grace.”
i think i wake up the next day to correct the things I've done wrong yesterday. Basically it gives me the feeling that no matter how big or small the matter is i can fuck it up and would still have a shot left at it.
Sex or fuck? What's the damn difference (GENERAL QUESTION)
you want to fuck the one you think about while masturbating. and you want to have real sex with the one you think about while masturbating, and then feel bad about it.
Cold Cold heart Hard done by you Somethings lookin better baby Just passing through And its no sacrifice just a simple word Its two heart living in two separate worlds But its no sacrifice No sacrifice at allNowadays obsessed by these lines somehow feels heavy to me.
When you think that we've used all our chances And the chance to make everything right Keep on making the same old mistakes Makes untipping the balance so easy When we're living our lives on the edge Say a prayer on the book of the dead