I can't use my heart to measure the volume of my love for you because it's not enough, rather let me use the nerves that awaken all over my skin with a simple one of your hugs

They tell me to speak my mind. And I spit fire. It's all I know, it's all too natural. I forget to write, I should stop that, I really enjoy it.

And like I said, if you're not enjoying what you're doing, why are you doing it?

sitting and writing and letting your thoughts bleed out on a page is so therapeutic, you should give it a try, it may be your thing. Sometimes i sit and think about the constraints of right and wrong. I get that society needs guidelines for appropriate interaction

They tell me to speak my mind. And I spit fire. It's all I know, it's all too natural. I forget to write, I should stop that, I really enjoy it.

And like I said, if you're not enjoying what you're doing, why are you doing it?

I really think i can take this food critic game to a WHOLE nother level. Today i encountered a picture of a burger, oh butthis was no ordinary burger. no, no. This burger sat there so majestically,i had to name her, Patty. (ha!  As always, pun extremely intended)

Feelings are a lot like the human digestive systemof course some foods are easily digestible, but others constipate you. Deep seeded feelings are the red meat of the digestive system, and you can't really digest red meat, it just rots in your colon (like for real, go look it up).