today. i wanted to ride the bus until it reached the end of the stops. then pay the fare again. and ride some more. but as i walked to the stop the snow stuck to my hair. i wonder if my dad remembers when my hair would have matched? i wanted to tell myself the tears freezing to my cheeks were because of the cold. i'm such a perfect liar. and i'm ( Read more... )

so. i'm still always, always thinking about running away. just getting up. and going. and here i am, awake at six-thirty ayyem and i'm happy. i don't know if i'm ever going to get rid of that "something is missing" feeling, but i don't need that to be happy. somedays i really do miss having someone to hold hands with when i walk or getting excited ( Read more... )

"davenport doesn't have a skyline. or a majestic view. but the one thing here that keeps me near is you."

metropolitan airport
no one's eyes will meet mine ( Read more... )

in a way. i've always been jealous of the girls that hide bridal magazines under their bed and can tentatively admit they've already decided on the exact hue of green their maid of honors dress will be, and how many roses will be in the flower girl's basket. they know the name of the dress maker in sweden that just has to make their dress or they' ( Read more... )

this one is sort of cute. but doesn't make it any less lame.
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twelve hours and one minute. i'll be on my way back to iowa. it feels so good to drive to this place to call home. i'll be sleeping on futons and oversugared, but i'll be better for it. cause i'm going to know the ground beneath me. every step will be a repetition of an action performed before. and ohhh. to steal other's words. i'll know your face ( Read more... )

for the midwest, daylights savings time means night starts at five pm. which is great. because when i travel over to the drawing studio at six and lock myself up.. i feel like i'm out for the night. i turn on one single light. and draw the most unimpressive still lifes and their shadows. who the fuck cares how the shadow of some antique glass green ( Read more... )

this is so much easier than writing my own thoughts.

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here i go again.

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