knowing people deeply really makes me appreciative of them. I crave knowing the little shit. dissecting people as scientists do molecules. I appreciate that though our combinations differentiate, a lot of us are made of the same stuff.
I’d like to think of humanity’s personality components being sorted out like the periodic table. I can find what everyone’s made of on that table. our components are all arranged differently with varying concentrations of this and that, and we always find another person to bond with based off of this.
small facts and details, talents, and flaws, idiosyncrasies and pet peeves are all worth embracing. all of our fundamental units and chemical differences and similarities. dreams, fears, and favorites. I find myself more responsive and appreciative of the non-purchasable things people have to offer. allowing time and conversation to make me permanently aware of this information just makes me happy.
"I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature.. All of this is art to me."
"Most things about me are hard to explain, I guess, like how I’m mostly delusional and live in a half-imaginary world but am also a realist to the core. I’m just a bunch of contradictions most of the time and I don’t like it, but I also do."
"I want to be alone… with someone else who wants to be alone."
It’s perfectly within reason to be jealous of writers who know just how to effectively capture and communicate both their mental states and the condition of their spirits. And those who keep track of those conditions, like events on a calendar, documenting every phase of their lives. Every pivotal moment, recorded. It’s cool being aware of yourself, knowing who you are and remembering who you were. Seeing how things have changed and how some things haven’t changed at all. The friendships that existed, the tolls that were taken, the sources of our happiness. Time travel is amusing.
I recognize the significance in searching within the depths of people, unlocking the stories behind their behavioral habits.
I’m Happy for You
Why, I’m flattered by you. Fascinated by your work. Infatuated by your presence. Impressed by your common sense. Inspired by your actions. Dazzled by your interests. Hypnotized by your alluring, sweet words. Mesmerized by the thought of you. Intrigued of the honesty you have. Entertained in your taste of music and urban cultures. Gratified by your gaze, your lust. Delighted by the punctuality of your priorities. I’m proud of you.
This accurately expresses what it’s like to feel blessed by someone’s existence.
those that selfishly surpass their competitors extend proudly above the others, but they always seem to look so lonely & bare in the end
i want to be able to rely on a person… but given the opportunity, i would probably never take it because, no.
#what is energy without control
I love real singers. the mighty ones composed of passion and substance. those that make you feel.
I love it when the emotion contained deeply within them just f l o w s almost effortlessly from their core & harmonize with the melodies with energy, control, and distinction.
It’s funny how what we’ve always lacked becomes the foundation for what we’ll always long for.
until we get what we long for.