Tell me how to believe him when I see him, with her. How to see through those eyes that change my insides, and not in the way of a butterfly or squirmish nerve endings. In the way of making the awful person that disgusts me, something cat like and villainish, but lustfully attractive. Tell me how to rid myself of the guilt at the pit of my stomach ( Read more... )

If we find one another on a beach, I'll say hello as if we haven't seen each other for years. You'll tilt your head in acknowledgement and we'll tarp it up, build a fire, and fall in love with the ocean. I'll squeeze your arm on the flight, and you'll buy me some shots in a dirty bar in Tijuana- I'll pretend I don't imagine it like it looked on the ( Read more... )

Now I'm a legal 18, and as we sip down coffee and eggs over easy; bagels and home fries included, I'm in that coffee shop where I discovered friendship with the girls I haven't seen in ages. I'm birthday celebrating to the tune of Korbel, and the ancient but familiar houses of Eric Rudyak and Courtney Weston whiplash my memory. Beds in the back of ( Read more... )

So halloween was casual, as we set up a long table in my dorm room and pulled several cases of beer out from the trunk of Emma's car. Singapore Sam, the blonde boy that grew up Asian, sinks a cup or two of beirut before the acid kicks in, and he and the boys manage to wander out of the room to smoke cigarettes on the side porch. This is the first ( Read more... )

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HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY

Two very seperate thoughts:

Life. Life is amazing right now. Life is at the top of it's game. It's not so much that I love college, but that I love this college. These people. I miss my friends of course, but I'm growing. I'm becoming even more of my own person, and I am approaching life the way I wish I always had. Creepily enough, I'm starting ( Read more... )

He'd found the small girl crumpled, a heap lying in the grass. Dark hair and closed eyes. Peacefully sad ( Read more... )

There's a life letting go. There's the simple, that flows so melodramatically, which is finding it's way back home.

Tying you down with cold metal chains. Rusty, heavy, thick seeded, chains.

I'd call to say goodbye, but you already get it.

Let's put it this way ( Read more... )