“Your love grew on me like vines, tangling your way into my heart and into my bones. Your touch sprouted flowers in my soul and your voice planted stars in the sky. Please stay mine. Where in 10 years we can wake up together, have a cup of coffee, dance in our underwear. Let’s be fearless from the world and explore it every opportunity we get. Let’s conquer the face of the mountains and have picnics in the middle of the flower fields. Let’s travel the Atlantic and Pacific and cuddle in the jungles of South Africa. We’ll introduce ourselves to the wildlife and make friends of all different cultures. Let’s cuddle in bed before work as long as we possibly can and play video games until dawn. Please stay mine. Your love grew on me like vines, tangling your way into my heart and into my bones.”

adamdr7:

“But if you willing to try, then I’m willing to leap
Out of the window of pain and fall in love at your feet”

This song perfectly describes my relationship with Devin.

Together As One ‘09-‘10 was one of the most fun rave events I’ve attended. Devin and I were rolling on 2 and a half good ones. To make this short, I remember being completely gone with Devin at the DnB tent, dizzily seeing ravers all around me, and having Devin slowly inserting another roll in my mouth. Those were the days.

when I scroll through my dash and I come across a post/image that doesn’t appeal to me. Sometimes it even makes me question why I’m following the idiot. Isn’t tumblr supposed to be a networking site with pictures and resources reflecting and/or reinforcing my interests (in anything material, intellectual, informational, musical, visual etc)? Logging on is supposed to make me comfortable knowing that I will be scrolling through a dashboard of similar taste, right?

Wrong.

I brush my shoulders off and tell myself to get over it because I don’t want to just be exposed to, for a lack of a better word, stuff that I will enjoy. I want to be exposed to discomfort, confusion, annoyance, awe, difference, and unpredictability. Because in a way, it kind of adds to the fun. Don’t presume I’m some loser applying this logic to only tumblr, for I actually use this concept to help me get through the real world. Even though I (may) come across ‘stuff’ that I do not agree with, I still tolerate through attempting to understand. All thanks to the reminder of keeping an open mind.

I want a friend to engage in an intellectual, informative conversation on the Los Angeles Riots that occurred 20 years ago. Bonus if our conversation would date back to the other riots prior to the ones in the 1990s.

But I do not have friends like that.

I have a white, valley girl accent that’s subtly mixed with a New York accent (which I’ve picked up on from my dad & his side of the family).

Ok.

Here at school, I absolutely have no friends. I have met three individuals who are potential (good) friends, but each of them either have jobs, belong to other social cliques, and/or surround themselves with idiots (believe me when I judge them as idiots).

Back at home, I have about five friends tops. The situation above is similar to this because each of them either have jobs, go to school, party wayyyyy too much, and/or ends up with us annoying each other.

I’m not going to look inward and ask myself the reasoning behind this because that’s not how “friends” work. Friends are supposed to happen out of fate/karma, in my opinion. Sure, I’ve actually taken a look in the mirror and have tried to figure out what’s wrong with me… and believe me I came up with a list. However, my conclusion has nothing to do myself. I don’t care if you disagree; my conclusion is that there will never be someone who will mutually meet me at my level. There will never be someone without ignorance, immaturity, insensitivity, irresponsibility, impatience, parochiality, stupidity, etc. Don’t yell at me because I’m not saying I do not have any of that because there are days that I apply to one, two, or maybe all of the above. My conclusion refers to the reality behind the truth.

The truth is that every one is too different. Or maybe I’m too different. And I will never know how to feel about that.