maybe, but I have to say it anyway.

I love reading.
I love books.
I love learning.

I can’t even explain the extent to which I really mean that, either. Hardly anything stimulates me more than opening up a book, especially one that hasnt been opened up in a while, and just taking it all in. the way the pages feel, the smell of old paper, little black words on a little white paper. just thinking that whatever is on that paper, someone knew in their heart that it was true. and it was important enough to them to tell the whole world.

and people worry about dumb shit. Be otherworldly. learn something. Progress.

and no I’m not on drugs. Just thinking.

sometimes i feel like the only people with personalities similar to mine, are gay men. hmm.

Id probably give anything in the world to be able to go back and hold my sweet little kaden when he was so little again. where does the time go? :’(

sometimes I wonder how God fit my entire heart into this tiny little body. but some things are better left the way they are so I just let it be and dont think about it too much haha

live, die, live forever

follow your honest convictions, and be strong.