its pure bullshit. all of it. the hypocracy. the disease. the decay. i cant do this. i cant.
this is bullshit. just straight up bullshit.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

you are a volcano. i am a teapot.
actually, at the moment im a spinning top (of doooom) and you are a bus driver.

earth trumps ice

how can you tell me you love me, and make it hurt? i wish you'd just stop being a logic train, and take a damn chance.
:'(

please decide. i hate not knowing.

i can half hear it, on the edge of a whisper, in the corners of your eyes. i can handle half. i have been. i need to calm down. how about we give it a hot minute? you dont push, i dont push. we'll gain no ground, but we wont lose any either.
you aren't criminal. but i am.

tell me.

i thought i knew your soul shape, your heart score. i thought wheni declared you criminal, i was over reacting. so i went back, i took a second glance, a second chance. now i know to trust my gut. you were right in the beginning. i was right in the middle. we are both wrong in the end. and i think thats now. an elegy for a love that never fully ( Read more... )

so, here's sunset.
im tired.
FUCK MIDLAND.
i need to go back home to clarion.
there is nothing here for me.
i love my family, but i cant live with them.
things always work out how they are supposed to, right?

here's hoping

bought new booty shorts today