For The Love Of... whatever trend, music, clothes, celeb, quote, or other thing that I'm obsessing over at the moment.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end.
Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.