Thursday, April 19, 2012

The Mean Reds.


I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.
Haruki Murakami
I also just remembered why I hate dating people the I actually Spark with.
Because.... Vulnerability is about as comfortable as a discount futon.

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