normality

this feeling is so bizarre. things feel right. things never feel right. it's a little scary. I'm glad it's not perfect. I would never believe it if it was perfect. who would have guessed that I would feel comfortable with someone so normal. it makes me so incredibly/confusingly happy. being happy feels weird. it's nice though. very nice. like I am bursting out of myself. I am exploding and am sent flying, but I think I am landing only slightly disheveled and with him. I am a mushroom cloud of contentedness.

and glitter.




BAM.