you intrigue me. probably because when we were drunk you told me you were a dick sober. and those are the boys I always seem to find most interesting. the ones who have their guard up, but would probably be the first to have your back if you needed it. I think you're like "in love" with someone else, so I'm not bothering. I'm not interested in ( Read more... )

my hands are shaking
my heart is breaking
my lips are aching

from letting you go
from losing you
from kissing you goodbye

too soon.

when you're hooked, you're hooked ( Read more... )

this whole thing just feels so weird.
she just graduated, just started her life in a way
and now it's over.

just like that.
we weren't close,
so I'm not going to pretend we were,
but we got along.
and she was so talented.

I don't know where I'm going with this
all I know is it could've been anybody

and that scares me.

And they sat in her room. And talked about what had happened. And tried to make sense of how something so perfect could have gone so wrong. And made a decision neither ever imagined would have to be made. And cried as they came to terms with the way life was going to be. And hoped individually the other would change their mind. And knew even if ( Read more... )

I don't understand writing. It's not that I can't read or symbolism is too tricky, it's that I can't piece together how that part of our brains came to be. Not all creativity, because that's fairly easy to explain. Art, whether it be painting/photography/animation/etc. is derived from what we see. Especially with photos. Music comes from what we ( Read more... )

The rain is pouring, and you're running. She's falling behind while you grab hold of her hand to make her catch up. She's not anxious to get there, and there's nowhere else you'd rather be. She knows it, but she's been telling herself it's a lie. That all you need is 3 strides behind you wearing your favorite green dress and killing her feet in her ( Read more... )

The difference between being young, and being innocent ( Read more... )

Today I saw a man who had reached an ugly point ( Read more... )

When I looked up at you from my coffee I'd become content with everything. It wasn't the cafe mocha warming the palms of my hands or the soft tan glow of cafe lighting. There were no pictures that needed to be taken, no recording of the moment was required. It wasn't the snowflakes gathering around the windowsill or the books on the table. Just... ( Read more... )