i', drunk and i just dropped the pickle jar on the floor so i had to eat two pickles when i really only wanted one. life i tough. BUT I SMOKED A CIGARETTE IN OTOOLES TONIGHT  

so i kinda forgot about livejournal. but here i am again ( Read more... )

i wish i was in houghton.

how many times is one person allowed to fall in love? I've already been too lucky, and too selfish, and I don't really expect to fall in love again in my lifetime.

i swear i'm going crazy right now.

i feel like i can't be here, but i don't know where i should go. every place i can think of, i don't want to be. and i'm too poor to drive anywhere anyway.

 you are driving, and i am in the passenger seat. morgan's asleep in the backseat. the fog in front of the lights on the buildings makes it seem like i'm inside of a dream, i know i've been here before. i just don't know when. it looks like manhattan at night, small scale; like a ghost-town. i have no idea where we are, or which way home is. there ( Read more... )

 the cigarette ash falls down my arm, i remember this song. the opening chords ( Read more... )

 it breaks my heart a little every time you call me darlin'

 sometimes things are just perfect.

you are beauty, we're never alone.

the temperature, the wind, and the green smell; the wet grass and wood smell, the michigan smell. i belong here, i belong with the wind in my hair, in the pastures and prairies and woods. in the snow.

i am weightless.

i love it here. this place.

 ( heh )