this is all friends only, because i like to hide. and i get embarrassed, i guess.
reply if you want to read. that's how it tends to go around here. the more the merrier. from here on in it's you and me, baby.

i guess the thing to do is stop trying to replace things with things. or people with people. it's ok to say it how it is. like how it's someone else's golden rule not to 'ditch' 'girl friends' for men. it's a golden rule that's reinstated every time it's broken. it's a standard ( Read more... )

you know, i care so much more about you than you care about me. but i care because i like knowing there's people there to fall back on. i like how even though i'm a girl you still talk about crude things that boys don't talk about in front of girls. and i like that you don't think about it anymore, and i don't worry about not laughing in ( Read more... )

i wonder why we're suddenly so patient when we know we're getting something out of it. why we never talk about love in certain spheres, and where we got the idea that love can be talked about anyway. you know you're the only one who understands. the point is that you can't put your finger on it. and even if you could, what of it ( Read more... )

( that stupid stalker crap )

oh god.
i need to go to america.

in a bout of post-masturbatory procrastination, i discovered a wealth of brilliance in the form of development studies subjects. could it be a calling ( Read more... )

anthropology seeps out of my pores like some whiney female singer who's only ever done it for the boys. the jazz boys with their finger printed wine glasses and sunday night introversion ( Read more... )

draw some stars with an inky pen. cause someone's too scared to get miso soup and left their lunch at home ( Read more... )

i haven't met anybody for years. now i have to meet people ( Read more... )