if you don't drink your milk young man it will turn sour
and i watch sixty minutes go by
HOUR AFTER HOUR AFTER HOUR

i'm bleaching my hair and i'm scared. it's going to be so orange before it's so platinum.

it's just a moment inside of my head and i wake up hurting like i'm fifteen again. even in my dreams you give me a feeling that's stale, that's three years old, a feeling that i am learning a teacher. that your words are like books and sonnets that i should have already read, that i hadn't, that i absorbed into my brain like a sponge and sucked ( Read more... )

being sick sucks. but it's okay really because i didn't go to school (for an actual reason) and i slept forever. matthew had to wear the headphones last night because he said my snoring sounded really sick. and he said i kept talking to him. he baught me fruit today and potato soup and cough drops. our room is messy and i need to clean it but ( Read more... )

everyone's lame.

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i wish people would just vocalize how they felt more often. i'm sorry if i seem incapable to talk to, but i swear to god that i'm really good at understanding. and i want to understand because learning is one of the most valuable things to me. i know i come off to people in all of these ways that are so untrue but if you don't know me then you ( Read more... )

my tattoos pretty fucking big and pretty fucking beautiful. and yes, it fucking hurt like hell. i'll agree with holly 100% on 'that shit felt like hot razors' but i toughed it out and she did too and they rule.

me and holly are getting tattoos on sunday and i am terribly excited. mine is so hippie and lovely and i can't wait. i got the best snake for my birthday and she is beautiful and i will show you pictures sometime soon.

dude,
it's so my birthday.

so i cut my hair off.


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