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Holding my tongue hostage
Eric. 21. Gay. Introspective hopeless romantic with a poetic disposition and disdain towards realism.
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My love grows deeper everyday, and takes a little piece of me.
I am crushing, only a little but it’s there. It feels nice, actually. Different from the noxious feeling I’ve been feeling.
I would really hate for a man of interest to find my blog and see all of the sad poetry and raunchy porn.
I don’t need him finding out I’m a deviant right away. I need to keep SOME mystery.
Rules to live by
1. Be a better person.
2. Don’t be afraid to love.
3. Don’t loose your tenderness.
4. Laugh when you don’t feel like it.
5. Be choosier with your friendships.
6. Don’t be afraid to speak your mind.
7. Don’t allow yourself to be hurt by lesser people.
8. Sing, all the fucking time.
9. Do the things that make you happy.
10. Don’t be fearful.
11. Take alot of road trips with the people who make you happy.
12. Avoid the ones who make you sad.
13. Remember that intimacy is earned.
14. Remember your talents and love them.
15. Read, stoned, frequently.
16. Get Monday drunk with the mates
17. Bike to The tea shop.
18. Make new friends.
19. Write everything.
20. Keep some things for only you.
21. Feel love, appreciate it.
22. . Fantasize, it’s okay.
I wish that I would be treated as good as I treat others. Being so often taken for granted is building up plaque on my heart.
Don’t we hate ourselves for everything we have and haven’t done? All those strange choices we shouldn’t have, in retrospect, ever made. I know I’m a downright fool, but so is everyone else I know. All we fools can do is laugh it off, hope we get it right the next time, and dream and dream and dream.
Truth.
I’ve done the “beautiful, broken person, rolling stone, rebel, sexy boy thing.”
Fucked me up.
How about the, “good person, honest, kind, I’ll always put you first thing?”
If only I were so blessed.
