so I am doing this because zak did it and everyone in my house is too drunk and loud for me to ( sleep. )

and your arms will hold me.

First underwear cigarette at new house accomplished at 3:53 am Friday June 25, 2010 ( Read more... )

 "I'm so tired to wake without reason" 

in my dreams, butterflies with silver bodies and bright blue wings dance choreographed waltzes and pull of their velcro legs with spoons ( Read more... )

 i leave before you're awake so you can never find me again, the inside of my car smells like smoke, sweat, and lavender, and the liquor smell that stays on your skin, and the old air freshener makes all of the fabric smell like yogurt even though i've only eaten yogurt in my car a couple of times, lavender: it's stress relieving, she said, and ( Read more... )

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i like when you sit like that, it's like a painting. someday i will have long hair, someday you won't shake when you breathe. 

i used to have a shoebox for memories. and it grew and grew, and now i have a big yellow suitcase. notebooks and pictures and stuffed animals. things i can't get rid of but can't look at. it's stuffed under my bed, in the back of my mind until i remember things that happened and go to look for mementos. today i put a whole ice tray of ice in a jar ( Read more... )

chicago is like new york ( Read more... )

Dear Jason Molina,

When you wrote that song, "long desert train," how did you get inside my head? I mean, It's a great song, but also scary and weird. I mean I guess it's sortof ambiguous to every self-conscious and sad teen, but how did you KNOW? Really!?

Please get back to me,

Jackie