You're like a philosopher with tattoos.

I love the smell of Waffle House; it's the smell of freedom, being on the open road and knowing that ninety percent of the people eating around you are also on that road. Truck driver's, road-trippers, hangovers--those who don't live that monotonous life of society slavery.

You're like a philosopher with tattoos.

I have to live and make my own choices, my own mistakes. You have to let me be me, even if i suck at it sometimes." - Adria

I'm not sure what it is that I want, but I feel it deep in the pit of my stomach. It's there sitting dormant. I'll know it when I see it.

I promise to love you forever in this life and wherever we go in the afterlife, because I know I can't go on in any life unless you're in it too.

One more thing: don’t feel bad for not telling me that you loved me. You didn’t need to say it. I knew all along that you did.