give yourself over to the wolf. let it eat the parts of you that are sick, that are damaged beyond salvage. let the wolf in and let it clean house, and let it leave again. the wolf knows which parts must be swallowed. you do not need what it takes, and where it bites you the wounds will heal. let the wolf in and let it eat you, and let it leave again.
I got flushed talking at my new co-worker.
I know this feeling; this feeling may betray me.
But this is a nice feeling.
I wore a shirt with two roosters fighting yesterday; and today a rooster as an ad for Adobo.
She had to mention to me in passing that he keeps thinking cock when she sees me.
I am still a kid; I have this urge to hang out with this person…
My head is racing around and I know this is trouble.
I would say (do) this…
The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.
Marcus Aurelius (via happyjellybeans)