we've been playing each other slides ( Read more... )

plum lips ( Read more... )

I used to have this idealistic approach of San Francisco ( Read more... )

fleeting is the proper word to describe most things. i can spend months aching, writhing- with white knuckled fists pulsating lost and confused blood thinking about you. my mind could easily occupy its self with lies, like your curly hair over our stove tending a tea kettle as i take my morning shower. comfortable, and you're there, but the truth ( Read more... )

lost in the green my wrist is grabbed ( Read more... )

picked you up and
moments later, it was
an hour later,
and the sky line was lost
on the past 6 months we haven't
known each other.
sand in the shoes i've spent 3 years working in,
you were cold, bourbon
makes you frigid - i get a bit adventurous,
but i'll take that key and drive.
reckless and lost, you know where you are,
i drive.

I love you.

The other night Allison and I yelled things at everyone walking down my street from my window until two guys responded. I was out of toilet paper so I used their bathroom down the street.

Then I stole their toilet paper and left.

everybody deserves to be adored, why would you settle for less when the world gives you more?

Oh look at that, paying rent without a penny from my parents. Yayuhhhh