Chris. Eighteen. Dude. Residing in Florida. Melbourne; come stalk me. Straight, In a relationship. Into Erica, Lana Del Rey, Kim Kardashian, Ariana Grande, butts, clouds, storms, cold, fire, warmth, sleep, money, chicks, landscapes, music, dreary, literature, snow, snoring, cuddling, the word fierce, holding hands, dates, boobs, caring too much, humor, sarcasm, cars, piano, cologne, quotes, being ignored, fine writing instruments, Voss, Nike, candles, Audi. Sorry if there's naked women on my blog. It's anatomy.
Work; Buy; Consume; Die.
"That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people would want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste."
"She says she's fine but she's going insane. She says she feels good but she is in pain. She says its nothing but its really a lot. She says shes okay but really shes not."
“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.” -John Greenleaf Whittier
"The last thing I want to remember, but refuse to forget; are the painful memories I've had since you left." Dont worry about the matter of "Is the glass half full, or half empty?" Instead, be thankful that you even have a cup to drink from.
