Heh so. I got my wisdom teeth taken out yesterday. I learned that I have a very low tolerance for vicodin + whatever it was I was on during the operation. My mom claims that I was talking to my chair. And also about India, in some awkward language. I remember absolutely nothing. Except for that I stood at Maya for 6 hours. And also that I went on ( Read more... )

You don't know. I am nothing like you. My nose is different, flat at the bridge, not sharp as a fold in rice paper. My eyes aren't ice blue, tinted with your peculiar mix of beauty and cruelty. They are dark as bruises on the inside of an arm, they never smile. You forbid me to cry? I'm no longer yours to command. You used to say I had no ( Read more... )