Myself. The ol' me, mine, I.
Sex: Male
Where: Texas
Religion: What?
Interests: Science and Philosophy
Friends: Very few close enough to consider
-Don't leave, I don't know what I would do without you..


My mind is on overload too babe. I’m spending the night with you tomorrow. I don’t car what anyone says
Things never ever work how they are supposed to.

Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.
(Source: staypozitive, via rawrtasticgirl)

:D
I hate these late night Moods.
I hate feeling like this.
Maybe then I would feel better.
I dont know why I feel so fucking shitty lately. So many emotions, and its impossible to tell them apart.
The best way I could describe it, is that my emotions are like a rubber band ball. Theres too much shit and they are too tangled to unravel.