Where does the good go?
(on repeat)

And sometimes, Nineteen.

Also, running. In more than one way.

Look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive.
Look me in the heart and tell me you won't go.

The last time that I wasn't either ridiculously drunk or painfully hungover was Wednesday afternoon. I feel like shit on so many levels that I had to wake up this morning and literally just cry in my bed for about twenty minutes. Then I got up and tried to get warm and went to Kasbah ( Read more... )

I'm 19, but I'm old for my age.
I'm just born to be bad.

I mean. Really, Tess?

You could be happy, and I won't know ( Read more... )

There are just a couple of things -- a couple of things I forgot to say last Thursday, last Saturday, last summer, over the last two years ( Read more... )

well, i don't mind if you don't mind, because i don't shine if you don't shine.

The extent to which I embrace and even long for loss of consciousness is probably not really okay.

The summer of FUCK IT. (?)

You could be happy, and I won't know ( Read more... )

( Some pages turned, some bridges burned. )