It's semi-frustrating when your name actually becomes a synonym for douchebag.
We are dreamers. We worship love, we hope against hope and toss practicality out the window.
Freud suggests that in order to love someone else, one must love themselves; it's a classic "needs before other needs" argument. Unfortunately, no one really loves themselves . And, if they do, they need to get to know themselves better. Unfortunately, no one is really happy.
♥"I'm a procrastinating underachiever at heart."♥
Long live the car crash hearts Cry on the couch all the poets come to life Fix me in 45
There she is, lying in front of me, smoking a cigarette, thinking of something or someone else. And that’s how she is stuck in my mind forever. We are two explorers in the dark. Mapless and hopeless. Alone together.