I really need someone to talk old people conversations with. Tea, Chet Baker, and my bare thoughts. I need to stimulate these stagnant fuzzy waves above my head.
My friendships drift away usually because they lack any form of intimacy. Whether the relationship wasn’t intellectually stimulating, there were no redeeming qualities of having this friendship, or there were no grounds of common interest, and on certain extreme times where I have to make a rational call to stop the relationship because unwanted feelings are getting involved. I admit that my personality is barely amicable, but for the ones in which I choose camaraderie, those are mutually and exclusively the best.
Most of the relationships I’ve made in college (and probably in life) will surely fade off. And I have no trouble with this fact of life. People come in and out, and it doesn’t matter if they’ve had a really big impression on your life or if it was merely a chance of passing.
The friendships that last are those that doesn’t age with time. And now I find it odd that this is how humans are. I guess there is really someone out there for each and every one of us.
I’m thankful for people like Anthony Flores. Had a good talk as usual. idk if he’s still on Tumblr lol
Every feeling is a story. The fleeting hurry of a moment encapsulates the destination of an entire epilogue in a single frame. Soon a writer takes opportunity’s kiss and embraces that story; only through the glimpse of one memory.