| I can't bring myself to kill a living creature. Consequently, I find myself doing things considered unreasonable by most people, like allowing spiders to live in my room or walking down three flights of stairs to escort a beetle away from the dangers of human feet. Note, none of these rules apply to Cicadas. It would take an immense amount of effort to annoy or anger me. I think it's inconsiderate when someone allows his or her sadness to be apparent to people around them. I'm really into philosophy. I just realized that tonight with Trevor. Tell me what it's like to be with you Remind me of the things we use to do And tell me that this time will never end Tell me what it's like, tell me again Everytime you stay It never feels quite the same And everytime you go It hurts a way you'll never know I guess your stories Make me feel like it's alright now |
