I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life.
My father used to say, “Don’t raise your voice. Improve your argument.
im such a fuckign jealous asshole i pretend like i dont care but i care so much im gonna explode
story of my life