someone who lives in the corner store nearest to my home plays terrible saxophone, and walking home with cigarettes clutched between icecold fingertips i slap my thongs against the pavement in tune with a neighbour i've mentally christened lisa simpson.

shaking and half alive
and shaking and the taste of betrayal bitter on my tongue
and shaking and i miss you and i love you and i'm sorry
and if there was anything i could do to turn back time you know i would.

when people make vapid comments like, 'oh zoh, there's lots of boys that want to have sex with you', how does it make you feel?

my best friend is astounded by the physical appearance of my boyfriend.
- ' i mean, he just doesn't look like anyone you've ever been attracted to before.'

what the fuck does that mean?

please tell me that someone else out there is headoverheels in love ( Read more... )

I MISS YOU LIKE SLEEP
AND THERE AIN'T NOTHIN ROMANTIC BOUT THE HOURS I KEEP

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kissing highbeam headlights around opposing corners.

turning down ex-sex.

delivery drivette and not lost once.

party driving not drinking.

fairly resigned to watching others inevitably crash and burn.

pretty happy with myself.
pretty in love.

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deflated.

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LONELY LATINO LOVERS WITH BIG FAT CIGARS.