Octopuses.Penguins.Gore.Weed.Long Nights. Meaningful little things. Simple. Pineapples.Music. Rain. Fluffy stuff. Beach. Dead babies. Farting on small children(jk). Neon socks. Kewlkids. How soft a penis is. Russell Brand. Needing to pee but refusing. Watermelon. Good hugs. People who smell fan-fucking-tastic. Scaring old people. Really cool old people. Fluffy ass pillows. Cuddling. Kissing some one after drinking something that was really hot or cold. Fucking Batman. Notes. Stars. Cold Temperatures. Horror Movies. Punching someone in the face that needed it. Video games. Skate Boarding. Sex.
I usually seem happy, and few know me well. I have problems but everyone does. I like very small things like random conversations with strangers.<3 Follow me if you like my stuff (:
Used to think I needed something different something new to keep me “normal” but really there is no normal, it’s only common perception. Unfortunately my common perception is that happiness does not last. I know it exists. I have it moments, slight but worth something. Never worth all the pain it took for that hour of smiles, but always glad I had them. I just always wanted that love, the love of a “family” I guess, the unconditional kind that keeps you waiting up when you are pissed to make sure you are alright and not hurt then to yell about how worried they are and they really mean it. No I don’t think I will ever get that exact situation but I want something like that. I think I found someone I can love unconditionally which is scary, the scariest part is hope. I do not expect them to love me so, but the hope I have for it is like a cattle prod on me, a deep seeded burning sensation. I think it could make me happy, then maybe I don’t have to be so normal.