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my body is currently undergoing what could potentially be the world's worst hangover. the left side of my head is numb and pulsating, the rest of it is pounding, the sound of me typing is seemingly breaking my ear drums, my chest feels like bursting, and my stomach is in knots. not to mention i am coughing every three seconds, gagging, and not ( Read more... )

he showed up between classes with roses and french chocolates, smoked two cigarettes on my porch and said he'd see me tomorrow night.

i danced around the apartment for a couple hours afterward and arranged my flowers in an empty vodka bottle.

hardware last night, allen street sometimes feels off for me. everyone somber, everyone lonely, it affected me though it shouldn't have. i have since lost all ability to verbalize any sort of advice or solace for my friends, frustrating, i drank alot instead. i've had this general uneasy feeling since the "dream" jake had last thursday night, ( Read more... )

thursday was spent with friends and the loveur, rolling around the floor of the back living room, watching jake put various objects down his pants, jump off tables; blowing rasberries, and misinterpreting situations, crying, losing trust, drinking, alot. alot ( Read more... )

sometimes i look back and want to recite stories of photographs outloud to myself, so i will.

( picture book, )

i'm drunk, and i watched my best friend kiss this boy for an hour, two hours, three hours ( Read more... )

rose coloured never looked so black.

weeks passed, no idea. i did some bad things but i honestly don't feel this label fits me. twice now, i just feel eager and stupid. new blue warmth around me while i sleep, but it's kindof weird that i'd have to think of a friendly face before i close my eyes completely, or i'm afraid of hallucinating. when i wake up i pretend to have conversations ( Read more... )

it feels like the middle of winter ( Read more... )