a tiny glimpse.

fuck thoughtcatalog.

Eventually, we figure out that we’re not owed love, not in a familial or romantic sense.  We understand love like adults and face it with the preparedness of a child.

everything about this.

I want you to romance me in this dangerous haphazard way which screams of imperfection—which makes everything all the more romantic, because it’s so wildly flawed, and present and LOUD. I want you to embrace all the sides of me as you get to know them, as part of some ineffable creature you can’t untangle.

Two Types of Guys in This World

I may or may not have written this.

good minus god.

written:jan22,2010

apparently this sort of thing happens every year.

that's the danger in writing, you know.

you don’t forget.

food for dating thought.

lessons in love.

working hard, and being kind.

questions for the woman i was last night.

an absolute must listen.
she just understands.

long distance.

lot of mushy stuff in here that isn’t me,
but speaking from experience, not too far off; 
and we were lucky
if we saw each other once every two months.