I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
The Serving Suggestion
And though love is a drunk, sleeping off its hangover in the gutters between the years, you need to smile at the bitch anyway.
And when we are finally sober, all we want is to be drunk again.
ReplyDeletehaha love it
ReplyDeleteO'RLY?
ReplyDeleteYA RLY.
ReplyDeleteAHA! And now i know why you follow my blog. You've got wounds to heal too.
ReplyDeleteI'm afraid I don't follow anyone's blog, from this account at least.
ReplyDelete<3
Amen, Nouri_E, Amen. :)
ReplyDeleteThis made me smile.
ReplyDeleteThis made me smile.
ReplyDeleteIndeed..
ReplyDeleteSleeping in doorways, under bridges - a hobo.
ReplyDelete(Which is short for "homeward bound,")
I now get what HOMEWARD means.
I now get what BOUND really is.
This hit me dead-center. Damn.
ReplyDeleteLADIES AND GENTLEMEN MY NEW FAVORITE BLOG!
LMBO!!! wow...couldn't say i saw that coming..at all!! ahahaa...CHEERS...TO DRUNKARDS suffering from love's hangover!
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