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i*m cold ( Read more... )

you have my identity printed on your smile. you seem to spell my name with the words floating from your mouth ( Read more... )

run away with me ( Read more... )

[nine oh seven]; five small candles decorate my windowsill, tiny flames licking the wicks, glinting blue and orange and reflecting into the night, so comfortingly dangerous; i long to dip my fingertips in the wax and spread the melting pastel colors on my skin until it hardens; [and thirty-five seconds]; sheets beckon me, but i know they are so ( Read more... )

sixty things i want to do before i*m thirty
inspired by mandymoore <3 ( Read more... )

and it*s when i run out of the house, away from her words and accusations and other such projectiles, out into the world and to his arms. we*ll lay in the dark, entwined, again, and figure out just the right way to breathe and everything feels fine. like sand, i sift him between my fingers and little bits of his love stick to my back teeth and all ( Read more... )

i close my eyes ( Read more... )

i remember a room too hot that it felt like it was late summer, with a ceiling fan that didn*t make a difference to the thick heat, spinning silently in the dark. and you. in the deep, suffocating black, where i could barely feel my face, see myself, there you were. you*re not a memory, but a constant, refreshed, imprinted on my body, my mind; you ( Read more... )

artist, make me something beautiful...you. take this energy from me and create. know these thoughts running through my head and create a swirl of colors, splashes of vibrance. i never wanted to paint, sketch, capture a feeling more than this and the frustration is building since i can*t express this emotion through words, it seems, everything ( Read more... )