I forget..

Saw Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
It's a somewhat bizarre film, but totally my type. Typical Hollywood bores the eyes out of my sockets.

Somehow I find a reckless beauty/appeal in the idea of knowing the worst, even pathetic side of a person and still being able to say: "OK."
That's love.

We grasp that life may not've been peachy but having you here and flawed is far better than you being absent and having perfection.

We put ourselves in boxes too often; dictating the circumstances, the complexities of why we are and aren't capable, never choosing an opinion, just wearing whatever happens to be in style, reasoning with our limited five senses and the 10% of brains we think is sufficient. When, for crissakes, anything -- ANY THING is possible if you'll only let yourself be moved.

Be moved through.

And you could blind the world.

I know you will.