"i'll never truly be free until i let you get away from me," i keep saying over and over and over in my head to keep from chickening out ( Read more... )

the pulses and waves of this fucking sullenness roil in me as real as my blood, my bone ( Read more... )

i went on a date last night and at about two thirty in the morning i asked him to leave and he said, "could we just lay here and make out for like fifteen minutes?" and i said no, and he said "five?" and i said no, and he said "two and a half?" and i said, "two ( Read more... )

fact spaghetti:

i have a serious wanderlust bug crawling around in my head

i like my nose

honesty is the best policy

i love mando

i am excited, excitable, and exciting

my right armpit smells like weed. i don't smoke weed. what?

that is all.

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Step 1: Music player on shuffle ( Read more... )

dear girls who write internet poetry ( Read more... )

coming back from sf, with heart shaped glasses, lollipops, and cigarettes ( Read more... )

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