me and you and green green grass. a tiny tiny home, room enough for just us, some animals. stars above in a midnight blue blue sky. sweet yellow flowers surrounding, the sun closing in on us. you and me and sunshine and smudge and you and me and kissing lips and kissing friends and telling secrest and makingdrinking lemonade. growing old and ( Read more... )

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I'm not really sure.

Sorry.

this is not really the end.

it will never end.

this has happened before, and it will all happen again.

i see my brain in pictures, and i see it decaying slowly slowly. i feel like i've been poisoned when it comes to my mind, and every day is difficult, every day i have to struggle. and i am so tired. i am tired. i am tired of you, and i am tired of me. i am tired of this "we" that everyone seems to be looking for, or that everyone seems to have ( Read more... )

in essence, i am a slut; but it is all a balance, it is all in relevance to whatever and whatever. and you were a happy happy boy looking for love in the wrong sheets of the wrong towns, and then you found it shortly after you used unhappy girl me but that's okay, that's okay, because it was mutual at some points, and it wasn't during others. my ( Read more... )

My steps were like cement in that old building, that old old building that made my eyes swell with dust and guilt. My heart was as heavy as the boots I decided to wear that day, the only pair of neural colored shoes I owned. I longed for the summertime that had existed months before. I was happier then; treating my body as well as my mind for once ( Read more... )

I've lost my voice. Maybe it has just been misplaced, but I am pretty sure it has been lost. I'm thinking of how you were raised to do what you are doing, but still i find myself confused as to how you continued on the path that was already etched in the wilderness for you. why didn't you break the rules, the most important of all rules, create a ( Read more... )

1. Bad smells. This may be relative as fuck, as when I say "bad" it is incredibly specific to what I think is bad. For instance: I love the smell of cigarette smoke on fingers, especially if they are man fingers ( Read more... )

"Man... alcoholism is terrible. I don't know. Theres something really romantic about it. Like it being almost a tool for survival... its so tragic, but in every tragedy there is beauty, just like in every destruction there is creation. goodness gracious its like 6 in the morning and I have a DMV appointment in 6 hours. (I am drunk). I can't wait to ( Read more... )