I have a bad habit.

I believe that everything happens for a reason, so I take a lot for granted knowing that I'll be okay in the end no matter what because things happen for a reason, because I'm in God's hands and if I somehow end up hurt, dead, or alive it's all how it's suppose to turn out.

Fucked up huh?

Why do I know it's so wrong but it feels so right?

Serendipity

F: "It's just so funny how I met you."

M: "Have you ever watched Serendipity?"

F: "I was just gonna say that, but sorry I didn't write my name on a book or nothing."

Life, it's funny how it works

B: "What are you looking for?"
T: "What do you mean?"

B: "Like are you looking for a man or are you just trying to be single?"
T: "Neither. I'm just going w/the flow."

Taking life each day as it comes. Or at least I'm trying to.