Dude, seriously?

I just read someone's livejournal out loud.
The way I read it sounded like our lumberjack stories and how we read them out loud to each other.
I hate you for us.

I'm gonna get myself in trouble.
Crap.

What would you do to show your worship and devotion for your God ( Read more... )

Hair that flows
Eyes that loathe
Kiss my heart
Kiss my tongue
Map of your brain
Set still in my frame
Rap you into me
Rap you onto me
Psychological heart attack
Never coming back
Until your hair flows
Until your eyes loathe.

I was gonna do one of those blogs where you have to guess who you are but then I realized, I didn't want to write about people, just you ( Read more... )

Holy shit, are we drifting?
I've already tried to talk to you, that really didn't help.
Holy fuck.

I came across our stupid Chicken Noodle Soup for the lumberjack soul ( Read more... )

-Sometimes I think about us, and maybe that’s crazy because I know we won’t add up to much, if at all anything. But the more I think, the more I fantasize. I feel the touch of your fingertips, your warm gaze and the pure innocence of your lips. My heart tingles, preparing my day dreams to come to a stop, my mind tells me how absurd, and how ( Read more... )

I don't know anymore.
I feel like the wrong person keeps me happy.
You seem to have just given up.
And I'm starting.
Who cares anymore?
Not you.
Not me.
How the fuck did we get ourselves in this?

It's sad cause, my day is made by Ciara now, no one else.