i'm breathing for two.

<3

everything is much different now. i am in no way complaining about such changes. but it should be known to anyone out there who has ever cared enough about me to know these things. we probably don't talk as much now, if at all. we probably don't see as much of each other anymore, if at all. there are reasons for these actions or lack there of. ( Read more... )

it's too cold for this.

when i was a little girl i used to crawl around in the grass, hopelessly trying to catch ladybugs.
after some time would pass, i'd get tired and fall asleep.
when i woke up, ladybugs were crawling all over my body.

i got tired.
and i fell asleep.
recently, i have risen.
and there he was.
laying all over my body.

okay so normally i absolutely do not care for birthday's whatsoever.
i mean cool, i'm older, whatever, i'm still not old.
and i don't care for a thousand people to sing to me or dance or make me blush in anyway.
it's too much. makes me nervous.
but today is cool for two reasons:

a)it couldn't be any nicer outside.
(i like when it's just right.b)my ( Read more... )

i'm cold.
and i'm scared.
i'm alone.
and i can't sleep.
i'm craving your touch as if it's been years.
and i fear that you don't know the truth.

know this:
i wouldn't have left had there been another option.

Matt + Allison = <3 4 E-V-A.

{for the record, i hate abbreviations and though i was extremely tempted to spell out "four" vs "4", i opted to shy away from temptation being that it would take away from the third gradish effect i was shootin for.}

holler.

i don't bite my nails because i'm nervous.
i bite them because i hate long nails.
disgusting.

i'm going to go clean while i still have energy.
then i find mica and sarah.
then we play a little.
then i kiss my boo.
then i go learn.
then i kiss my boo again.

rough gig.
i kid, i kid.

everything keeps getting better and better.
many things are shitty, but i can't help smiling.
i guess that's what happens when...

yea, you get the picture.
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FEARSOME FOURSOME:
let's make a date.

i miss a few things.
my mom the most.

screws fall out.
it's an imperfect world.