From what I've seen through my half-sleepy eyes, Boston is really cool. I want to touch more of it. I kind of want to fall in love here. There are bricks, birches, and accents scooping up fatigue and cradling it into something poetic, something promising ( Read more... )

You can tell someone you love them, you can tell them you hate them, that you're totally glad to see them, you can lie to them... you can say anything. It's just a vessel. A container. For expression.

I win because my boyfrenne recites me poetry! Even if it's just:
I ate lots of the cake in the ice box, you were probably saving it for breakfast, forgive me it was so sweet and so cold.

Awww!

You can still get hurt in an "open relationship." Just because it's open doesn't mean you're free to make decisions like they have no consequences. The "open" status is not a ticket for immunity of any kind. Yes, it takes individuals in touch with their own uncompromised needs to function healthily, but the "uncompromising" part of the needs is not ( Read more... )

If you can't recall the last time you felt you were everything
when she's breathing behind your ear,
her lips trailing your neck's tendons as if she would drown without
you, driftwood.
Or that your smile has more beautiful peaks
than the silouhette of mountains who frame the sunrise.

"Runaways Cafe II"
For once, I hardly noticed what I ate ( Read more... )

This morning's sunrise had a lot of pink going on. Angela said, "Red sky by morning, sailor's take warning." I was, "Yeah I GUESS but it's so NICE out ( Read more... )

Definitely shouldn't have wasted time gawking Lindsay Lohan and Sam Bronson on the internet. Am now running behind on my get-to-class-timely schedule.

we've hung out half a dozen times ( Read more... )

I'm truckin' through this pickin'-a-major & pickin'-advisors thing! Go me!

Also, I love therapy. It's the method of practice I was looking for to be less critical.

Also also, I'm excited for my date tonight. I just wish I had an inhaler. This cough is driving me crazy.