caption: ‘between the sheets’, isley bros., single cover art
love don’t mean being a yes-man (or woman)! take care of yourself.
love to me means something different from (at least) most of the people I find myself surrounded by (notably, those of the Christian faith.) This is not to be mean or rude, but… I do swear like a sailor. it’s the military in me.
it’s not even remotely related to marriage.
or coexisting in the same space…
or the sex. (though I do sorta miss chillin’ with prosties… it was a different vibe.)
it boils down to wanting to help someone because you want them to grow as a person, to be honest.
i know some that have stricter definitions of what love is, and you know what? it’s not my problem. fuck it.
if my energy isn’t what you need or desire, then it will move elsewhere like the water of the ocean.
Years may pass, and perhaps the global warming of desire will raise the levels of energy…
Or a huge meteorite of lust disintegrates the water out of the atmosphere, leaving god knows what. I don’t know.
If you don’t like me and want to lower my self-esteem, then waste your time and try. fuck it. it would be a shame to have your precious time on earth wasted hating on someone, but hey. the world keeps revolving
don’t even have time to say ‘fuck you’ back. life is so intense. gotta keep it pushing.
people come, people go. we all gon’ die
so just be nice, ya? fuck, idk. get high blood pressure and a stroke while the person you’re trying to bring down is eating a [REDACTED] cookie? can you say, ‘hitting your head on a stone wall?’
this goes out to those high-maintenance friends, lovers, jobs, etc. if you don’t like me, idgaf. the world has taught me various ways to stay warm between the sheets in the face of a cold shoulder.
like gwen 😉 takes me back to high school…
P.S. fucking crabs in a barrel mentality.