The Best Part About Chasing The Girl Who You Don’t Understand
The thing about reckless captivation is we throw ourselves at it-die over it-live on it-and drink to it.
The thing about reckless captivation is we throw ourselves at it-die over it-live on it-and drink to it.
The gym. A circus of self-improvement, filled with sweaty individuals fueled by the fires of self-loathing and others judgments.
Yes, she showed, and when she showed the other night-she struck, yes she struck like lightning.
She struck an impact upon my assumed solitude, and ripped the rationality of thoughtful action at its seams, and she burned hellish magic with eyes that were cedar stones every time I held her glance.
She’s too good for anyone. She’s too good for you, she’s too good for me, and she’s too good for the rest of them.