there is a moment. there's always a moment when you meet someone who makes you nervous just by talking in your direction. and your heart starts racing with a need to be close to them, and your head runs wild with possibility. you may picture them engaging in a good conversation, being hooked on every word that you say. you assume that they'd ( Read more... )

Question:

(directed towards the two or three people who may read this)
based on everything you know about me,
(and if you're reading this the two or three of you probably know know me fairly well)
would you consider me a social person?

I walked into my bedroom
closed the door
crawled into bed
pulled the blankets over my head
and then said aloud
'I want to go home.'

i am not okay ( Read more... )

You do not have to be good ( Read more... )

a couple of days ago i got a call from a logan police detective. i was on the phone with whitley at the time and i didn't recognize the number so i ignored it. a few minutes later i got a text that said rusty hallam had been found very badly hurt, and they had a few questions for me. i practically hung up on whitley and called him back right away. ( Read more... )

spending time with my mom. mocha iced lattes with an added shot. puppies. afternoon naps followed by bedhead and sleepy eyes. harry potter. finding a new mumford and son's song. dancing like no one is watching. willy wonka. waking up to a text message. sincere compliments. bike rides. the new season of madmen. homemade lettuce wraps. long blonde ( Read more... )

our future holds heartbreak and it holds happiness. its mystery keeps us waking up in the morning. if we knew what tomorrow looked like we may be too afraid to face it, or more importantly, too afraid to embrace it.

cover songs of my favorite artists covered by my favorite artists. cover songs of rap artists. dirty chai tea. notebooks. summer skin. waking up to the birds. a clean room. red pens. writing until my thoughts are gone. waiting for just that one call. getting that one call. lots of pillows. clean sheets. good memories. car talks. light pink finger ( Read more... )

"Maybe I just worried too much about things. Maybe I consistently hesitated to risk letting the thing we had together deteriorate into a romance. I don’t know any more. I used to know, but I lost the knowledge a long time ago. A man can’t go along indefinitely carrying around in his pocket a key that doesn’t fit anything."

J.D. Salinger