it's a dead man beneath a truck.

its an apple forgotten in the back of the refrigerator chiller

love is like a monkey inside a piñata.

it's not a feeling, it's a decision

for non-romantics yata yan, mooguriklaine.

it because of hormones and shit

love is a many splendid thing

but the fact that you admit you are in love, that's a decision

i agree, everything has to be labeled properly so nothing smudges, keep love and happiness in separate bottles

which brings us to the next topic: sexuality as a choice not as a trait

love is just an illusion or a moment of confusion - Sunako Nakahara

it's rape in a bottle.

sexuality: still a choice