mischief managed

fab 5 storming into some poor dude’s house

Be gentle to your enemies and cruel to your friends. This way you’ll always have true friends and you’ll never have real enemies.

You are the artist. With every thought that you think, you are constructing your world. Building your masterpiece. You are in charge of this creation, from one moment to the next, and you have unlimited choices of what you can think.

“I’m falling too fast to prepare.”

I realized that it’s not that I crave sexual intimacy. I need to be held. I need to hold someone. I need to watch a movie with a head on my shoulder. I need back rubbing and forehead kissing. I need philosophical conversations over coffee or ice cream or pizza. I need their head in their hands as they truly listen to what I’m saying about my day, and asking for more details. I need to hear about their day, with lots of details. I need to be taken care of when I’m sick. I need them to volunteer to do favors or chores for me because they know I work too much. I need my tears wiped away by someone other than myself. I need interesting articles and links sent to me with a “saw this and thought of you”. I need piggy back rides for no reason. I need trying new things; new restaurants and activities together. I need to learn more about the person and for them to learn about the complex person I am. I need to discuss our dreams our hopes our fears our future goals and our favorite colors and why. I need cake baking where we get batter on our noses. I need to be curled up under a blanket together reading our favorite books to each other.