Matt Staff
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Matt Staff
The Best Part About Chasing The Girl Who You Don’t Understand
The thing about reckless captivation is we throw ourselves at it-die over it-live on it-and drink to it.
The Gym Is A Dreaded Place Of Sweaty Self Loathing And Lifeless Conversation
The gym. A circus of self-improvement, filled with sweaty individuals fueled by the fires of self-loathing and others judgments.
When You Find The Girl Who Can Live At 100 MPH
Yes, she showed, and when she showed the other night-she struck, yes she struck like lightning.
She struck an impact upon my assumed solitude, and ripped the rationality of thoughtful action at its seams, and she burned hellish magic with eyes that were cedar stones every time I held her glance.
She’s In The Faces Of Strangers
I cuddle something fiercely intimate.
A Girl That’s Too Good For Anyone
She’s too good for anyone. She’s too good for you, she’s too good for me, and she’s too good for the rest of them.
‘Anywhere, But Everywhere’
My socks don’t match anymore.
Life Is A Bottle Of Chemical Reactions
We’re both missing a few pieces, yet tonight, we’re making it work somehow.
Love In A Desert Of Dreams
I had a dream about you last night.
Calling All 20-Somethings: Observe Your Digital Habits This Year
Technological innovation skirting along at such a rate, it short-circuits my hard-wired, muddled mind – who’s to have a shot in an archery range in hell, at guessing what’s next in the way of social media dating, inspired fervor.
The Letter You’ll Send When She Says She’ll Leave You
Read this my love – then read it again.
Your Day Begins With A Beautiful Woman
There they are. The eyes capable of clearing a man’s head and instead filling his every fleeting thought with how to keep the grey-hued beauties around as long as possible.
Have You Ever Wanted To Live Within The Pages Of A Book?
“I want to lay back, arms extended overhead, windswept fried fish smells with dried dusty grass – and gaze up at a barren, blackened, canvas.”