my whole life, i have loved fighters. i have loved sinners and bad boys and cold hearts and the absence of compassion. few have loved me in return, and those who did never kept their word. i put up with this until i learned how to be alone, which i learned how to love until i found you. that was when i discovered why i’d spent so much time on the fighters. when a fighter loves you, you know it’s at least because of something you did. if you’re lucky, it’s because the thing that you did was open his eyes to something you are, and he fell when he saw it. it’s your fault that the fighter has turned into a lover. but when a lover loves you, you have no real way to know whose fault it is. that is where i am. i am so, so scared that you love me not because of who i am, but because of who you are.
My shark pit with baby by Eric Michalovic. A picture of my pit has been circulating the net for quite sometime now. Made it onto The Ellen show and The Regular Show (Adult Swim) but not by choice. This time it is