This was one of the best fucking wednesdays in my life. Sad. All it took was a hug. And now I have a headache.

He's a fucking free spirit and she's mired deep in the earth. There's no grounding him, not that she would want to...

Do you think analyzing my behavior or modifying it changes me? Intrinsically? I wonder if it will simply give me the insight to appreciate the differences. I surround myself with those unlike me. I find them a joy.

Sh, oh, honey...if only momma could hold you and kiss it and make it all better...you know momma would...

I think I'm gonna cry...your words...touched me...made me feel...beautiful...made me want...to be them...always.
And nothing could have touched me deeper than your seeing my soul.

I'm learnin'.
I'm gonna let me loose on the world
and they not gonna know what hit 'em.
and when they get that glimpse of me and know
it's not for them? They gonna weep.
'cause I'm glorious, and when I shine, I shine
bright and deep and burn to they very depths.
I leave my mark. You will recall me.