What I have learned:
It takes losing something in order to see it's worth.
The thoughts we try to deny, take a toll upon our lives. We struggle on in depths of pride, tangled up in single minds.
Passion, it lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir ... open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us, passion rules us all; and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts - sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow, empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead.
Ballers and those who make me laugh so hard my stomach hurts or milk spills out of my nose.View All My Friends | View Blog | Add Comment
REGGAE!!
Anything funny, really dark or very thought out.
I work too much to watch a lot of anything. I'd love to be cool & say "kill the tv" but I do love that idiot box sometimes.
I'm such a fantasy, fairy tale adventure person.
my mom... and anyone ballsy enough to wear spandex.