The Art of Not Giving A Fuck.

at least tequila loves me for who i am

You make me happy; it’s scary

They do not love one another because they do not love themselves.

People also smile when they are miserable

You will never have to chase what wants to stay with you.

It’s funny how naive you can be, especially when you’d use that word to describe me.

You’ve got a heart as loud as lions so why let your voice be tamed?

I miss that warm feeling I would get every time I’m in your arms. Your intoxicating smell, your breath around me, and the way you hold me. Damn, I’m home sick.

Some people believe holding on and hanging in there are signs of great strength. However, there are times when it takes much more strength to know when to let go and then do it.

Because, nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.

I seem unable to transform my thoughts into words, because everytime I engage in conversation with others, I assume two things: they don’t care and they most certainly cannot understand.

I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the ones that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.

Art does no harm until you meet a person who is labeled as a masterpiece.