Intimacy is a four syllable word for “Here is my heart and soul, please grind them into hamburger, and enjoy.” It’s both desired, and feared. Difficult to live with, and impossible to live without. Intimacy also comes attached to the three R’s… relatives, romance, and roommates. There are some things you can’t escape. And other things you just don’t want to know.

I wish there were a rulebook for intimacy. Some kind of guide to tell you when you’ve crossed the line. It would be nice if you could see it coming, and I don’t know how you fit it on a map. You take it where you can get it, and keep it as long as you can. And as for rules, maybe there are none. Maybe the rules of intimacy are something you have to define for yourself.

- Grey’s Anatomy

At some point you have to make a decision.

Boundaries don’t keep other people out; they fence you in.

Life is messy, that’s how we’re made.

So you can waste your life drawing lines or you can live your life crossing them.

But there are some lines that are way too dangerous to cross.

Here’s what I know, If you’re willing to take a chance, the view from the other side is spectacular.

- Grey’s Anatomy

with a bunny face .

Long time , longgg time .

Tennis POL-ITEs have finally ended (:

Well done to everyone (: