they walk out of the closet of your past at the most inconvenient moments and seem to cut the fabric of your entire being into tattered scraps. oh please, let me be strong and realize what i have and not what i believed i had. because i only miss what i thought what was, and missing something fictional doesn’t make much sense now, does it.
i’m serious, guys. i’ve recently found out that i’m incredibly turned on by someone who can actually talk intelligently and informatively on political matters (especially if their views match my own, i’ll admit.). it’s becoming a bit of a problem. politics should not make me want to jump someones bones.