My Special Words Fall Flat On Your Ears

That's fucking beautiful. We have an amazing night, every romantic note tuned to perfect pitch. Then the next day you're out of sight, and i'm out of your mind. The fuck do you leave me here to do? The fuck do you think i think about? About you, about those rare moments, and times i can be with you. But every morning that we wake in each others faces, i feel like i'm back at square one. You're the same person i knew before i was drunk, and even worse after. I'm ill from trying so hard with you. Trying to make everything perfect, and bend to your ways. It seems i hang around you because four beers deep, and your eyes shine like you've never seen a man before. My special words fall flat on your ears.

Buried thoughts, like burned files

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Chuck Palahniuk

On the meaning of life.

Find joy in everything you choose to do. Every job, relationship, home… it's your responsibility to love it, or change it.

I Do

I, Christopher, take you Caroline, to be my ride, to have and to drive from this day forward, for better or for worse gas prices, for quality tires, for a chipped paint job, in the shop and in the streets, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until a fatal accident do us part.