TELLS ME ALL THE WAYS HE's GUNNA MESS ME UP

nothing but music, philosophical debates, 8am starts, and lonesomeness when alone and lividness when around others. more black and white, less, confused maybe. my dreams are the only thing, what do I need to do? they haunt me and its disconcerting. but yeah, I'm better than ever, i'm not the bad person I convinced myself I was after the past was ( Read more... )

i love. this rooibos. it tastes like progress, the kind, you don't notice but realise, if you really,
think.

awesome.

and only relying emotionally on one. completely.

awesome.

"no more folk songs with" wish list - listed as but in no particularly order of monotony no matter how sometimes enjoyable.

whiskey
bar
highway
moon
love
lover
night
freeway
mountain
hill
wine

I can never write much lately, mind is too clouded with doubt and confusion ( Read more... )

'you say daddy daddy change your habit ( Read more... )

The thing I love/hate most about writing is it makes all aspects of life seem so much more profound and unfathomable.

look a huge blank space,
now that IS unfathomable.

Getting sick, again, is not fun ( Read more... )

why hide?

I am so much why not lately, in a good way

Yoyos Yoyos. As in hello ( Read more... )