"No sense, no style. I said I loved you for a little while ( Read more... )

I still know you. That speck in your eye reminds me that at some point in time you were mine, and I still know you.

That's enough for me.

Alex dropped by today. Oh, is it awkward to open the door to be surprised to see to someone who, upon last meeting, was laying on the floor of your unfurnished living room, taking your shirt off. I really gotta stop making such stupid mistakes ( Read more... )

With a last desperate attempt at happiness, or maybe even just a change, I dyed my hair strawberry blonde. And now, my status as big dumb emotional idiot is more secure than ever. Even more so than it was that time I took a nap on the roof ( Read more... )

"My fingertips are a sailboat, your skin is the sea. Gently caress your lips and vessels that swim to your heart are the fish underneath ( Read more... )

I pulled the petals off of eight flowers.

He loves me not.

"I thought you guys were indistructable."

Me, too.

I don't have anything to say. Which seems almost fitting, when you look at it.

I don't want to look at it.

And honey, you should know; I could never go on without you.

On the bright side, my fever broke last night and I'm now cruising along at a happy 98.9. On the down side, my thermometer was made in Waukegan ( Read more... )

Holy moly, I hate being sick. I woke up this morning at three, finished off a bottle of tylonol, drank a lid of nyquil, popped in a strawberry mint gum and read til I couldn't stay awake any more. Taking medicine is soooo not my style, but fuck. Everyone has a breaking point ( Read more... )

I know you're over me now, I can feel it. But for just today, can you remember that time we laid in bed and you pretended my waist was your piano. That moment was perfect.

Happy Anniversary.