fresh love.

life is nothing more than a hilarious string of events. i was never meant to be here, never meant to feel the things i have felt. but i am, and i have. i've loved, cried, been wrong, proved right, fallen, jumped, lost, been consumed, and won.

most importantly, i have created. i have experienced the making of me, and the battle of being something not everyone approves of.

finding you was the purest breath of fresh air. being with you reminds me why a clean room feels nice, why girls paint their nails, and why flannel sheets are perfection after a long day.
it's simple. love is finding perfection in minute things.
which is kind of a pun, because you're pretty minute yourself.



i like knowing that life is unstable. what is the fun of waking up everyday and drawing only between the lines? kick back, breath slow, and screw the teachers who say, "four on the floor". there is absolutely no fun when it comes to sitting through the educational process, so use your chair skills to enhance your entertainment.

nothing and everything, that is what you have brought to me. a huge panoramic view of such a sweet and simple scene. life is good, short, and inevitably yours. so grab it by the tail, and go.

to me, life is nothing without the stars, the sun, the moon, and you.
always make your pancakes small, they flip so much easier.