You may not care, but for some reason I do. All of a sudden the feelings are back and I can’t figure out how to make them go away. I want to be your friend but I don’t know how to make a friendship with you be just that, and only that.
My last few assignments are SO easy, why can’t I just make myself do them? I’m already in break mode but I can’t be in break mode until Wednesday and everything is handed in.
And why am I making this post? One of my assignments is due right now. Before midnight, which is in 6 minutes. I’ve barely started, but it could take me 30 minutes to get down if I just did it. And I’m writing this instead.
Okay. Back to writing sentence by sentence, I guess.
“Point is, what’s so wonderful is that every one of these flowers has a specific relationship with the insect that pollinates it. There’s a certain orchid look exactly like a certain insect so the insect is drawn to this flower, its double, its soul mate, and wants nothing more than to make love to it. And after the insect flies off, spots another soul-mate flower and makes love to it, thus pollinating it. And neither the flower nor the insect will ever understand the significance of their lovemaking. I mean, how could they know that because of their little dance the world lives? But it does. By simply doing what they’re designed to do, something large and magnificent happens. In this sense they show us how to live - how the only barometer you have is your heart. How, when you spot your flower, you can’t let anything get in your way.”—John Laroche (via semperfidelis-tyrannosaurus)