There are times I wish I understood other languages, but there's a kind of mystic beauty in not knowing. Interpreting without preconceptions is nice, why ruin it with fact?
Today, somewhere between listening to Alina Orlova and Coeur de Pirate, my heart nearly exploded (in a good way).
When friendship loses it's innocence, it's as if everything dims a shade paler. I've really no clue as to when a platonic relationship became an idea and not something that existed; ie: today I realized I don't have male friends. There are the friendships that are only held together by time, the friendships in which there's a pursuit, and the friendships where time and pursuit aren't factors at all, where there's only a cheap kind of escapade that exists solely because of a lack of anything else to do. I want you around, I do not, however, want your dick.
Side-note: Hello new blog!
