Reinvention tastes like this:

Tie me down, I'll fly away,
Clip my wings, I'll hobble to freedom.
Knock me down, and I'll get up again.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Owx1000

Shoulder hurts, damn trays.

Got all my books, 500 bucks? You're smokin' crack.
Now for the parking permit and to pick up my laptop, then class starting Wednesday.

Woooo college.

I literally have the best damn boy in the world.
That bath was amazing, as was the massage...

I love how we fit. It's perfect, I've completely changed. I don't party or drink, maybe a beer here and there, but I'm not drunk every weekend anymore.
You're still not boring and we've been inseparable for 3 months now, and that's an all time record for me.
I don't lie to you, and you're the only guy I see.
I would turn a naked Brad Pitt away.
I'm so glad you came into my life, I need your stability and smiles.
You're my anchor, I'm not tied down, and I have just enough freedom,
You rescued me.

You're perfect.

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