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Nose kisses
October 9, 2012, 4:35 am
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We all know that I am no romantic. Not by any stretch of the imagination.

But winter, or specifically this winter like weather we get around this time of the year, just makes me want someone to wake up next to, it hurts. Not because I want someone to talk to, necessarily. But my favorite thing in the whole world is getting kisses on the tip of my nose, or forehead, especially when waking up. Of course, this hasn’t happened to me in years, but it’s one of the only physical things I spend a lot of time thinking about.


you, me and death
October 7, 2012, 11:37 pm
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Death is such an odd thing to talk about it. What makes it even more difficult is the un-willingness of anyone to really talk openly about it. 

It always seems odd to me that people worry about death so much. My first thoughts when I think of death are always “Awesome! You mean I don’t have to worry about anything anymore? That sounds like the best deal ever”.

I feel a lot of pressure from the world to care about what happens to the world/people I know after I die… but really I don’t often consider those things. I’m sure I’m an selfish asshole… but I have no control over anything after I die, so why bother worrying about it? Until that point I’ll continue to do “good things” for others (or whatever), but my dieing has nothing to do with that. Really, after I’m dead, I couldn’t give two shits about the world or anyone in it. I wish everyone the best… but y’all are on your own! 

I could never say these things out loud, because people would have me committed for suicidal thoughts for saying that death sounds like a nice break from the shit-hole world we live in. 

Of course I think of people who have died in my life all the time, but for purely selfish reasons. I want them here so that I can talk to them again, hang out with them again and be a part of their lives again. 

It’s hard to really understand how I feel about death, because I don’t have any real outlet to talk about it… none of us do, really. At least, no one I know of. It’s such a taboos topic, but it sure would be nice to talk these things out with someone.