Lovefarts. Afterthoughts about love.

Your scent does something to me in the groinal area.

Bitter, and angry ex by day, Cuddle-craving ex by night.

Telling me you want to fix things, do things right and make me happy is great, I know, you're trying. But it's absolutely torturous and infuriating at the same time! It's exactly what I want to hear but where was all this trying when we were together? Nowhere. That's why I can't imagine that we will happen in the future. If I can't see you trying, I can't see that we can make it. And that's the shittiest feeling ever.

Then I remember what a whore you where after we broke up and I never want to see you again.

It was a lot easier getting over you when you wanted nothing to do with me.

Oh hey there, Freudian slip! Come, join me on this delicate conversation you piece of shit.

I had such a great Christmas! But I absolutely hate that you weren't there with me.

Today would've been our anniversary.

Music is my boyfriend Music is my girlfriend Music is my dead end Music is my imaginary friend Music is my brother Music is my great-grand-daughter Music is my sister Music is my favorite mistress Music is my beach house Music is my hometown Music is my kingsize bed Music is where I meet my friends Music is my hot hot bath Music is my hot hot sex Music is my back rub My music is where I'd like you to touch

I blanket myself in music. The music mirrors my feelings so I know I'm not alone. Sing my sadness away and comfort me. Music, be my lover.

I'm trying to study and all I can think about is having your mouth on me.

Talking to you makes me crash. Too many thoughts flood my mind, many in direct conflict with others. Each thought is infused with feelings and memories. It all makes me so confused, upset, and unsure of what was so certain before. New thoughts drowning in the mess of old thoughts. That's why I say "I don't know" so often. Thoughts can be hard to wade through sometimes. I'm so glad you understand. A little peace for a bit.

Burrito me. No Burrito ME. No Make me a burrito. Nope Make me a burrito. No! Burrito me with a blanket. No Wrap me in a blanket like a burrito. Yes! Do it!

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” ― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones