I like more words than that, really. I like the word Quixotic. I am fond of the word Lumpy. I like to look up new and beautiful words like Denouement, Serendipity, and Petrichor (Though admittedly, the last, I learned from Doctor Who). I like the word Monotonous, Flabbergasted. I like the way words taste on my tongue as they roll into the air, often spoken beneath my breath. I lick them like icing from cakes and let them settle in my belly, distending it with a pleasurable sensation. Sometimes words scare me. After all, it can’t all be about good feelings. This is real life. And the word wasted terrifies me. Wasted potential. Wasted talent. Wasted life. Wasted time while I write a Tumblr post about that which cracks my heart open like a lightening strike and fills the seams with anxiety.
God, but if there is one thing that scares me more than Wasted, it is Disappointment. Disappointed. Disappointing.
I need to get my shit together.
turns out my uncle Rick voices Ben Franklin in the upcoming Assassin’s Creed game
shit now I have to get it to hear his voice