The excitement of dreams coming true is beyond the description of words.
When I don’t know what I’m doing, I look like I don’t know what I’m doing. When I’m excited or nervous, I look excited or nervous. And when I am lost, which is frequently, I look lost.
All I really want to write about is what happened just before he left. But if I let myself start with that I might forget some of the things which came first. And every word he said is of deepest value to me.
Excitement is impossible where there is no contest.
A man of reason? A disinterested philosopher? I’d rather be a puppy wagging its tail.
how wonderful if something that only be existed in wishful thinking, comes and expresses themselves without being asked forcefully; but alas, i’m too immersed in the excitement until i don’t realize that it’s only temporarily, not forever
Joining a gang is like sky diving without a parachute. Oh, at first it’s all fun, as you take on gravity in a thrilling and exhilarating free fall towards earth. The truth is, anything that is risky and dangerous always starts out as fun. But the odds are always stacked in gravity’s favor, for you will eventually come face to face with the earth, and mother earth always wins those battles. The same thing can be said about being in a gang.
It was the sexual chemistry I wanted more of. It was electric. I’d forgotten what it was like to be with someone who excited you in every sense of the word, who thrilled and frightened you in equal measure.
Why does the forbidden always add that edge of sweetness?
When you claim to be what you’re not, you’re deliberately killing opportunities, because those who would have help will shun you, thinking that you had it all already.