Hi there. It was nice seeing you up close and personal second row from the ice yesterday.

Lion baby.

Rihanna. Thug life. LOL. In white tho?????

Babe.

Monday.

We’re all looking so desperately to find that single person who, in that silly cliche sorta was; completes us. We end up fucking our way through a slew of meaningless bodies just to feel connected to anyone, anything, and to not spend another night alone with a glass of whiskey on our bedside table and a sinking feeling in our hearts. These pseudo connections really only last the night and quite frankly I’m not sure if the regret in the morning weighs heavier then a night spent solo. Unfortunately we could fuck our way through the world and still feel lonely, still feel rejected, still need something more. I just hope that one day we all do truly find that one person that not only holds our bodies for an evening, but our hearts for a lifetime.