My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions.
I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality.
And it will be the death of me.
the extraordinary is in what we do, not who we are.
i’m a hopeless Romantic. walk with me in the graveyards of gothic cathedrals, transcend the confines of elitist and rationalistic structures of discourse, and join me in an eternal spiritual quest for the strange and sublime.
you think you’re a better kisser than me??? you think you’re a better cuddler? come over here and prove it punk