Having that math-science type brain is great sometimes. It makes school pretty easy all the time.
But I go through the poetry and prose tags all the time, wishing I could write anything close to that. I try very hard, and I have been for years. But rarely can I get more than a couplet that sounds nice.
Art is a lost cause. One time in middle school I spent an hour drawing a pair of pliers, and the teacher added shading and then said it was good.
With music, I’d be better at conducting than I am at playing. I know exactly what has to be done and what effect should be created, but I’m pretty medicocre at creating it.
I can’t move anyone with the things I do. At most I can explain an integral and confuse someone.
Against the wall, on the bed, on top of you, underneath you, on the table, my legs around your waist, yours around mine.. biting your bottom lip, kissing your neck, moaning in your ear, running my hands all over your body. I want you hardcore.
I don’t understand how it took me 10 months to go to Lynch’s house for the first time, but the past three days have been great. (: