crazy stupid love was a good movie. i'd do terrible things to emma stone and ryan gosling. and i'm not even gay.

tattoos that scream innovation and curled toes and lip rings
nose piercings and calves and redheads
the kick in her step and cute high heels
sophisticated vulgarity and stomachs and the softest touch

i'm going crazy because i can't really offer much
besides a night's **** if i'm lucky or a good conversation if i'm interested
hard liquor doesn't sit well with me, neither does too many people
i'd sooner walk in the rain and sweat on a summernoon
than dance to bad music with anyone at a party

i have standards but sometimes i settle for less
guys, don't ever say that to a girl, they never want to hear they're "less"

especially when sometimes they're "nothing".
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn