barefoot and tapping ( Read more... )

i told you i was a mess ( Read more... )

i'm a fleur de lis. why won't you look at me? through gritted teeth, speak speak speak.

i didn't pack enough.

mal.

fake it until you make it right ( Read more... )

 gramattically speaking, you're adorable

dynamically speaking.

it's completely different.

the perfect sound to listen to as you drift off into dreaming.

i hope i dream tonight.

there are ashes in my sheets.

clean sheets.
do you need me?

never leave me.

now i can't sleep.

 i saw a lot of people i knew today.

i've run into that gorgeous boy twice in the past two weeks.
"i'll call you." 
he says he says he says.

god, i can't even remember sitting out back with him.
stoned slipping through the muck of springtime.

i rented movies, i went to the art museum.
but i've got to go back.
on my own.
i could spend hours at curated ( Read more... )

 the stories we tell ( Read more... )

i can't read what you've written to her and what she has to you or read what you've wrote or listen to what she tells you ( Read more... )

i forgot about the asian and his religion ( Read more... )

your lips. your eyelashes. your skin.

i don't want to feel like this anymore.
like i could fuck everything up in one lean.

i don't want to feel uncomfortable.
around you.
it would just be so good.

i'm crawling out of my skin.

i'm supressing.

i'm adjusting.