In My Experience, Desire Is Desire, Love

These Teenager Looks Aren't Going To Last Forever, And That There Are Much Better Foundation To Build A Life Upon Than How Attractive You Are.

I Try To Be A Careful Person. Most Of The Time My Carelessness Is Completely Unintentional.

You Leave The Phone On Beside You As You Fall Asleep. I Sit In My Bed And Listen To Your Breathing, Until I Know You Are Safe, Until I Know You No Longer Need Me For The Night.

I Am Learning That A Life Isn't Real Unless Someone Else Knows Its Reality. And I Want My Life To Be Real.

If There Wasn't A Word For It, Would We Realize Our Masochism As Much?