ohmygodyourskinissoft asked: its not that hard to figure out!
Haha, I’m good, howre you? :)
ohmygodyourskinissoft asked: its not that hard to figure out!
Haha, I’m good, howre you? :)
ohmygodyourskinissoft asked: oh my god! HOW ARE YOU!
.. you know who this is?
I didn’t want to get out of bed today. It was so nice to just lie there and let the world pass without me. Like trying to catch up on all the sleep I’ve ever missed. It reminds me of going to Iran, and how when you go, you just spend days sleeping. Resting. Your body reboots.
I’m getting frustrated, restless and annoyed.
And the longing begins again.
I break my own heart again, bury into the earth, and wave goodbye.
I being with those of the same blood, shared lineage.
Cause its dark and we’re on the road, and I remember.
I miss you all. With my entire heart.
Cause now I see cuddling as my body getting high off oxytocin. I can’t help but think, “Oh this is scientific”. I’m not feeling these emotions, but my body makes me feel them. If I’m not feeling this independent of my cells and the chemicals within me, then maybe it means nothing is ever just sweet. It’s always going to be complex. Oxytocin is so fucking good.
I kind of let go of my morals. There’s no justification but I’m playing the part of ‘homewrecker’. However I’ve deluded myself into believing this is a temporary state, so I refuse to take all the blame. I’m taking 98% of the blame. But that’s it. And you know what, we all slip up and do irrational things because they feel good, and we constantly judge each other for those things and make up excuses for when we do those things. I’m taking responsibility for my actions. I’m sorry but I’m not really sorry.
Cuddle and snog. Fucking hormones. And fuck.
(Source: datacr0n, via london-town-is-calling)
I’m him, suave mucho. :) - Miya
Finish your book so I can read it -Miya.
These songs. grrr. This morning.