you should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes.

i hate those times when you just feel like such an insignificant little silly person. i need some love but i just want to run away. it's amazing how often i throw away genuinity for touched up idealized magazine shots of what i want my life to look like.

i wish that I could always tell people what I wanted to, just put them on pause and say exactly what I want to, and articulate it precisely, and somehow make them feel exactly how i feel with all the emotion and all the passion and all the complication, and just sit there and tell them every little thing i wanted to, all my insecurities and ( Read more... )

( storyish )

Night lift up the shades ( Read more... )

well where do i start ( Read more... )

Reba Macintire cracked from the service station speakers. She sat on the yellow curb of sam's gas and package with her legs outstretched and crossed, puckering her red painted lips to the heavens as she blew smoke rings into the distance. Bangles jingle as she flicks the butt to the ground and rises with the rough look of a girl who doesn't care ( Read more... )

i bought my ticket! you'll find erin, kim, and i under a flag of a metal trashcan with legs. wearing chucks.

rose rolled over to his arm under her neck, and she groaned and slid down the bed but it followed her. She roughly adjusted herself (three times) and sat up to stare out of the window at the bricks across the street. He opened his eyes and pulled her to him; she smiled and kissed him, pulling the sheets over her. He sat up on one elbow and ( Read more... )

There are metaphors running circles around this place and I keep trying to break them down, keep trying to find them in their pure states, but I am beginning to think we made up the beauty and the feeling for the metaphor and not the other way around. There is a point where so much and so little have become completely indistinguishable and I can’t ( Read more... )

so this will be one of those boring typical teenager posts ( Read more... )