My second day in Africa I emerged from the shower to find a fresh cup of coffee and a rusk beside my bed. It was the little things he did, the trivial bits like this, that made me love him in the first place.
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About Me
- allsexandphilosophy
- I am a hopeless romantic disguised as a cynic. I make fun of those in love but wish that someone would love me... Not that i would be able to return that love necessarily. I am convinced that life can work out like the movies and I sometimes make decisions based on what would be the most interesting addition were my life a piece of fictional entertainment. I often tell myself that i am on a quest for a "life less ordinary." I am looking for something different, something new. I have this nasty little habit of over-analyzing ever situation i put myself into. I often wonder if I was born into the wrong soul. I want to be an artist, live like an artist, love like an artist, thrive and yearn and die like an artist but I dont have the talent. Or the courage. Some people think i'm a bitch. I think they just misunderstood. Some people think i am too nice. I think they are too mean. Someday someone will save me from me and will let me save them in return.
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