when puddles form between your eyelashes and lids before the tears pour down flesh the lights are blurred and brightened like some perfect snowflake christmas lights beautifully ironic
sometimes i don't even understand it and then other times i do
basically i miss him and nothing seems right without him here.
i am thinking about switching my major to: environmental science with minors in:: ~Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgender Studies ~Philosophy ~womens studies