talking to a women on the deepest level
feeling that certain way
being euphoric at the thought of her
being euphoric at the site of her
playing my memories of her in slow motion.
equating her to movies, song, poems, basically thinking of her as fine art.
that first feeling of a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
Basically I miss the joy
Nobody is cool anymore
Not at all
everyone make an effort and you can tell.
No one is effortlessly cool anymore
Mannnn what kinda dudes you been messing with??
Why do you keep fucking with lame niggas?
Is your life really as bad we think it is?
I want to try to write songs again. I always start something artistic, give it my life for a few months and then it falls to the wayside only to be done again at a later date but in a leisurely fashion.
My ability to not give a fuck is over nine thousand
I prefer you flawed
I keep reaching for hair that’s not there
I didn’t realize how much I ran my hand through my hair before.