"To do anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift"

chemistry.

Break ups suck. They're even worse when you weren't even dating to begin with. 

But in the chemistry known as us, our equation just couldn't be balanced. I initiated, but your reactions didn't yield the desired product. And so we are back to being separate elements, back to wandering in a sea of people, as if we had never collided.

"Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am, still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those."

- Sylvia Plath

parental advisory.

I guess I should have told you at the outset that I have no couth. Or filter. Or consideration for emotions.

Whoops.


"My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out cannot care that they are naked."
- Andrea Gibson

True love is finding that perfect combination of pen and page, of ink and paper, that flows and scratches so perfectly and effortlessly and harmoniously that you can't help but pour out your soul, because that connection from hand to pen to page is more like heart to words to the universe, where there is no fear of being mistreated or misunderstood, because they just "get it".

I must constantly remind myself that not every passing thought is a gem. Not everything is worth sharing with the internet.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes the ironic segment of today.