she crashes parties and i burn the evidence.
it's texas. it's springtime. it's april. im 25. one more year. 508 more losses. it's been hott (not necessarliy in degrees farenheit, but rather between cloth fitted sheets)

dear seattle ( Read more... )

"the most remarkable thing about coming home to you is the feeling of being in motion again."

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the scene opens in a musty hotel room in a city slightly less depressing than any other. the room is on the 37th floor. from the balcony you can see the traffic and the tops of umbrellas, overflowing shopping bags and the constant panic of life (or the impending war). on a clear day you can see the man dressed all in white, pretending he's jesus ( Read more... )

there is an old movie theater that sits catty corner to a defunkt hotel (defunky meaning out of business or rather too much invested, too little gained) in a city where most people have forgotten its name, except for the large statue in the center of the plaza and even that is __________. an old black hobo drinks kesler's and pisses on the landmark ( Read more... )

portland is a somber city ( Read more... )

we fall asleep together on the phone and she makes the CUTEST lil sighing/breathing noises.
she is perfect. totally.

portland=tomorrow=whiskey+bars+dancing+plus missing the one i love in texas.

ps: if you're a fucken hipster, stay home.

i marked the first snowfall of the year with a drop of blood and two thousand some footprints to the place where i hang my heart on a fishing hook. (cup your hands young girl, the blood will eventually drain ( Read more... )

on the corner of broadway and union i encountered a young man that i used to take shots of whiskey and peppermint schnapps with in a bar in key largo. he always left early to snort cocaine and have a 3 minute fuck with this not so attractive black girl (from a small town in kansas) he would eventually come back, wiping his nose and smelling like ( Read more... )