The tightrope between the cliffs of childhood and adulthood...I'm old enough and young enough. I'm too old and too young. I get marshmallow on my face when we make smores; when drunk I spill beer on my legs. Some nights I sleep with a stuffed animal in my bed; some nights I fuck him in it. I'm engaged to be married; I haven't yet left home.
~ Wednesday, February 8 ~
Do the exact same words of love have different meaning, or impact if they’re scrawled, typed, laser-printed in a handsome font, or artfully hand-executed by a genuine artist of calligraphy? Sure.