Before 2016/2017, I was absolutely reckless. I was crass, overtly sexual, rude and generally made people uncomfortable. If we went further back, I made horrid jokes at the expense of anybody and everything. Thanks, in part, to public education through discourse on Twitter, I have tried and I keep trying…
Once upon a time, we will be famous.
We will become greats.
We will read stories about us and our exploits.
We will be happy.
What we are right now will be ghosts of future past.
Funny accents and pretentious habits.
Cereal first, milk next.
We will be fulfilled.
We will be happy.
We will be greats.
After your first kiss, she might ask you
How long have you been thinking about that?
You must pause if this comes up, smile, blush; sheepishly.
With a shaky voice, you must reply
Ever since I met you.
She might scoff, turn her nose up in disbelief and say something that implies you are a liar. Then, especially then you should kiss her shoulder, and her neck and her forehead, and tell her,
I want to know you,
by the way your chest swells up before you tell a lie,
by the calm of your heartbeat when you’re asleep,
I want to know you if I am ever without the use of my eyes.
I want to know you after I die.
For if every true love affair can feel like a journey to a foreign country, where you can’t quite speak the language, and you don’t know where you’re going, and you’re pulled ever deeper into the inviting darkness, every trip to a foreign country can be a love affair, where you’re left puzzling over who you are and whom you’ve fallen in love with.” — Pico Iyer
This poem by Pico Iyer is what I want to feel. It’s what I will end up with if I ever get into a relationship.
Murphy’s Law states that “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong at the worst possible time.” The last part of this quote is added because Murphy’s Law is open source and we can make adjustments to the law.
You are walking through a narrow street in Alagomeji, a bike…
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This is going to be one of those pointless, personal opinion type articles that will dissolve into a story and eventually a debate.
Can you be…
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