He who is not everyday conquering some fear has not learned the secret of life.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
I’m pretty sure these things dont exist…We pray, we hope, we dream, but when it comes down to it we are right back here where reality settles in. I cant say that reality is always all that bad because that is the only time we actualy feel, good or bad. I’d rather feel the piercing pain then be numb it all. Are fairytales always supposed to have that sickenly happy ending? I want it all…i wanna feel it all…does that make me weird, twisted, batshit crazy? I’m the poster child of a closet control freak, but when that overwhelming feeling of loosing control takes over your mind, body, and soul its more addicting then anyone will ever simply admit. I would rather be passionately driven crazy then complacent in mediocracy. But the truth is i need to be allured out of my box, because i bottle it all up in my fears of having no plan B. Theres this world out there that appears to be nothing to what we expect but we move along day by day to just wake up every morning to a routine. What is a fairytale….cause I cant imagine how everything can end perfectly and be exactly what we want when the most unexpected things are what makes life worth while…..im on the search….i might be locked by my own fears, insecurities and desprate need of acceptance but when I close my eyes my world seems to evolve…..i’m convinced we are all on the search but does this search truely have an end?….where is it?…is contentment ultimate satisfaction or just a crutch?….
My best friend told me to write a book with ^^^ that as the title….it would explore the journey of the men who have come and gone HAHA….but THAT title would be very misleading….for the simple fact that a blog about the men I’ve loved, the ones i’ve liked,the ones i’ve simply talked to, the ones I’ve slept with, are not as intriguing as that title alludes to…for the simple fact that just because i’ve fallin in love with a pair of shoes does not mean i go for it…same goes for these men out here…..few have touched my heart….and even fewer have, well yah you know what else….might not believe me but i have amazing self control…ehh..well some of my stories may be interesting
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
I was going on a trip…it was a family road trip and I was in pink pajamas….I cant even remember how old I was, but I was young and I remember being awaken out of my sleep while it was still dark outside….it was random…Most times I mix up past dreams with memories
‘the Heart is treacherous and desprate too, who could know it?– jer 17:9
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