i pass your old place on most days but today i drove past and just wanted to cry. i just remember everything that happened in summer. we said we'd take a break in july but you couldn't cope without me so you came back to me that night, probably because you felt bad about cheating so you tried to cover it up. you didn't actually want the best for me ( Read more... )

listening to spandau ballet.

a glass of gin for the real ones.

kisses on the cheek.  not romantic.

-franklin

my mind is three doors down from where it should be once again. i can hear you gasping for air between stanzas and standoffs, stand up with your hand on your heart (the one on your sleeve, not the one  in your chest). you can be full of bullshit and pool water but you can't be as full of myself as i am. i would make a sex joke but there's a time ( Read more... )

the lack of motivation clashes with the floods of inspiration. i'm a guy who's got the fluency of a violinist using a hacksaw as a bow. all i do is bow my head and bend my back so i can see things from a different point of view, but in the end i'm contorting  myself past my limits in order to see through somebody else's eyes.

it's painful but ( Read more... )

at night your body is a symphony and i conduct it.

i feel like a smashed window yet again. you're looking up to/straight through something that used to be so clear. anyways i seriously need to wash my hair because it's so greasy i can make spikes with it. i can't stand this shit!

for now i'm comfortable in bed while my bath is running, i've been watching videos since i got home at half 5 ish.

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writer's block is a total bitch.

but you need blocks to build your plastic house so it's all part of it really.

party on.

-frank

i'm writing this from my brand new laptop and it is swag af.

definitely writing later.

-frank

the band just told me they’re finding a new bassist because they think i’d be better on rhythm guitar.
absolutely swag.
i’m gonna try get tickets to see deftones (alone, hopefully.)

-frank

i’m at music college in one of the booths with the couches…
i have a can of apple and raspberry j20 too.
life has never been more peaceful.
got talking to this guy and it was awkward as fuck, yknow the
‘hi’ ‘hey’ ‘how are you’ ‘good, you’
‘whats your favourite colour’
all that.
he is chill.

-frank