Beware of that monster called 'self-loathing'.
The not knowing would not keep me from caring.
Cold one day, sweet the next; irresistibly flirty one moment, resistibly obnoxious the next.
I wish I knew how to quit you, Tumblr.
It is saying these things that keeps us from falling apart. And maybe by imagining these futures we can make them real, and maybe not, but either way we must imagine them. The light rushes out and floods in.
Youth is counted sweetest by those who are no longer young.