Lackluster Gray

I feel I very much am like Sherlock and, if I’m lucky, will someday have a best friend with pink pants to counter my vice.

The Human Sacrifice to the Gods of Masculinity

The Human Sacrifice to the Gods of Masculinity


I never noticed before how much solitude I truly crave. I’m sleeping in my car, as I’ve done a million times, and I never really realized before but I think it’s because I want to be completely isolated.

That Courageous Love

I know. I’m less lonely than I think I’ve ever been before, but it’s still a bit of a reality check when I notice it at all. I’m just so ready for something real and I’m getting so close to finding it. It’s exhilarating and scary and perfect all at once.

I’m just worried that I could give too little or too much. I think I’ve passed the point where I react to other people’s affections with fear or anxiety, but I can’t assume someone else will be so understanding of my methods of expressing my intentions.

The other night I’m pretty sure he mouthed the words “I love you” to me, but when I asked what he said he just said it was something stupid he shouldn’t have said. Which was really cute. But I’m kind of sick of everyone being afraid to open up. I’m starting to be truly courageous and I guess I thought I was the late bloomer here.

My love’s too big for you, my love.
~ Ingrid Michaelson
If I was stronger then I would tell you ‘no’ and if I was stronger than I would leave this show and if I was stronger than I would up and go but here I am and here we go again.
~ Ingrid Michaelson
Burning Treasures

Hotel staircases. The middle seat in minivans. Big wooden briefcases. Patchy facial hair. The words “I love you”. Spatulas. Wearing my shirt around my neck. Dark, rainy nights. Driving on ice. Music…any music. All these things hold memories. All these things are links to the time I held you close. All these things are teeth in my side, nails in the framework of my mind. All these things are burning treasures.


If it turns out I’m the kind of guy who leaves while you’re sleeping—and I think it might—just know this: it’s not because I don’t like you. I just…overheat.

I love her. I love everything about her, and I’m not a guy who says that lightly; I’m a guy who has faked love his entire life. I thought love was just something idiots thought they felt, but this woman has a hold on my heart that I could not break if I wanted to, and there have been times that I wanted to. It has been overwhelming and humbling and even painful at times, but I could not stop loving her any more than I could stop breathing. I am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with her…more than she knows.
~ Barney Stinson
Even forever isn’t enough time when it hasn’t yet begun.

I don’t just want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want to be with you now.

Sadness may be a stunning shade, but it’s just not my color; I’m better off without hue.
~ Maxwell.Valentine
The Horror Concealed

The Beast Within.

No one can withstand it

Yet I, among the few,

Cage my horrors,

Conceal my truths.

And if better I appear for my secrecy,

Then worse I am for my deception.

For I do not seem myself,

And I am not who I appear.

The Horror Concealed.

Reality Sealed Away,

Hidden from sight, 

Secret from the world.

None can sense its presence,

But I tremble from its burden.

How heavy my conscience,

And weighty my faith.

I see the truth and do not believe it, 

Do not want it.

Thrust it away,

Into a boarded up heart.

The Horror Concealed

The Lies Invisible. 

Away from the world,

Away from myself, yet consuming me.

Torn apart by the fraudulence,

Ripped in two by the falsity.

If only.

If only it were out.

If I show myself to all who glance my way.

Gone, my face.

Gone, my mask.

Gone, my pride.

All Gone. 

The Horror Concealed.

I wrote this when I was in middle school… I had forgotten how deeply I was hurting back then.

It is imperative to be ever aware of your weaknesses; they could easily become your strengths.
~ Maxwell Valentine
I used to think that, when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that’s true of beginnings, but it’s not true of this, now. I fell in love with him, but I don’t just stay with him, by default, as if there’s no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to. Every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other, I choose him, over and over again. And he chooses me.
~ Veronica Roth
We do not have answers. I am not certain that we even have questions. I have chosen to not be certain of anything at all.
~ Welcome To Nightvale

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