Bob Marley On How To Love A Woman

“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”

- Bob Marley

Starting to feel like good friends can't last.

I'm losing them at a disgustingly agonizing rate. and to the most ridiculous of reasons.
I'm telling you pim, my friends are babies.
This really awesome girl told me she doesn't want to hang out with me anymore because she has feelings for me. i mean, like i can help being charming. haha.
another friend thinks i'm spending too much time with him and i've gotta study more. wtf.

damn. hey, what are you for? quality or quantity?

Retrospectively, i am so full of myself.
Considering i am 1 of approximately 5 million types of organism in this world and 1 of 6 billion people in the world. What right do i have to have a name.

I rather believe in stories with no ending than one with endings. and that's the only difference between history and a story.

Here's my utopia. We live as loners, we meet we interact. run into a buddy have a drink. run into a mate, have sex, repopulate. or in other words back to the days of homo erectus.

i need a new body.

Have you ever been so so tired, you consciously feel yourself drifting away. But you keep pulling yourself back because somehow you know the thought ends in a black hole which ends in another black hole. you consciously think of things that would not make you think. like the biology assignment in front of you was to be handed in yesterday, or that Saturday's coming in 2 days. Conscious, but yet eventually when everyone on cyberspace drops out, you've still got to sleep. Consciously return to the black hole that still looks the same. i'm so tired. dear god, where's everyone.