All the while knowing that it has already happened. Now I just wish God would stop it from playing on repeat. Update: This is my current low point. Maybe posting this online will make me feel a little better, but fuck knows that’s a stretch
Sometimes I think it’s just unnatural… How a soul is forced to reside within a body. In a way, I think it’s trapped. I imagine souls wanting to be absolutely free; to have the possibility of infinite expansion. Instead, they are limited within bodies… They are limited by circumstance, by opportunity, by the mind… By an endless number of things. Other times, I just feel like my soul has rejected my body, like it’s fighting to escape. I don’t know, the entire thing is impossibly confusing, but I also think it has a little truth in it.
I got accidentally drunk tonight, and by accidentally, I mean that I continued to make cocktails despite the fact that my mom may be home any minute now. But regardless, Tequilla, True Blood, and Tumblr make for the perfect evening. And hey, my typing is still impeccable, so things could be a lot worse. Then again, my typing stays pristine despite my alcohol consumption… Oh well…
And since I’m not quite sure how to end this post, I will leave you with this… “When you smell like that, I just want to fuck you and bite you and rub myself all over you.”- Eric Northman… Aka my favorite quote of all time.
