blanco

Don't want to hurt you

Try not to fuck with your feelings

It's just a matter of trust, for us, for lust

Why won't you tell me

What's really on your mind
Too much confusion

Mixed feelings

But I know I don't want to lose you

I don't want to do that again

Cause whether or not you know it

I miss you

skeletons

it's been almost an hour since you've crossed my path

i wish i could click that link

i wish i could tell you how much i think about you

how i see people that look like you

how i stalk them until i'm sure it's not you

how i wish i could still talk to you

how i hear songs that remind me of you

how we spent that summer

how i gave you my word

and how it ended so abruptly

how i tried

how it hurt to read those words

that you had given up

that i can't look you in the eye

how i still get butterflies when i see a photo

i tried to find you

and in a way you found me

and maybe if i saw you

i would try to say "hi"

c'est la vie

grow up and blow away

"will you be my friend?"

bubbles,

if i wasn't here with you right now

where would i be?

can i ever understand the way we are

i don't care as long as you're with me

xoxo

buttercup

way of the world

sometimes someone tries to tell us something

we don't listen

we don't notice the signs

we walk the path

oblivious that we're going the wrong way

we take it as a test 

when really it could be easier

try to force the stubborn

sometimes we need that difficult path

we need the lessons it teaches

things happen for reasons

but it doesn't mean we'll never again see the people we met along the way

the reasons might not be apparent at first

but i'll listen more carefully the next time around

melted crayons

LIBRA: I got an interesting spam today. A company that said it was very proud of its high-quality work offered to sell me phony credentials that are impossible to distinguish from the real thing. What caught my attention the most were the degrees from Harvard and Stanford. I wouldn't mind having one of those up on my wall. But in the end, I decided that instead of paying the company $230 for one of its excellent fakes, I'd simply make one myself. And instead of creating a degree from Harvard, I would have it be from a place where I have actually matriculated, naming the Raving Maniac Academy of Crazy Wisdom, which is the unruly school where I often find myself during my lucid dreams. I bring this up Libra, because it would be an excellent time for you to make yourself a fancy fake diploma from whatever your equivalent is to my academy-you know, the source has been providing you with so much great teaching, even though it's not an official institution of higher education.

are jay

grown tired, but can't give up.

this can't be a lost cause.

please help him help himself.

please let him see how important this is.

my efforts can't go wasted.

strength and will.

forward direction.

help me, please.