why do i still feel like marv? its been almost a year since i met my goldie, my great white buffalo. i never thought I’d snag a woman like that and then knowing me luck Id lose her but fuck…i still get that hot,irritating sensation spreading through my chest .The feeeling that makes me feel like I’m a main character in a grimey british Indie flick…where happy endings are a north american dream and true love is a just a fucking song on you Ipod.the same feeling i get when I listen to “Blinded by the lights” by the streets or when I checked out Fishtank with Michael Fassbender…she even looking like Mia…fuck I need a mean distraction.This is borderline impossible to explain or spew..
