i've missed a lot ( Read more... )

i underestimated you ( Read more... )

four more days until christmas ( Read more... )

i come home smelling like ashtray (not the boy ( Read more... )

home again tomorrow.

baby.

i'm missing taking back sunday tomorrow ( Read more... )

i don't know why i come home.
it is just weird.

less than twelve hours and i will be in westest texas town.

minimalist.
and you don't get it.

my boyfriend falls asleep too early, but my lover stays up late.
and for a week or two you're taller, and for another you're smaller.

my lips are chapped
i'm a little sick, and if it gets any worse tomorrow, i will not do what i should, i will not go to class.

i'm in love with you.

my fingers are burning ( Read more... )