Five hours and forty seven minutes left it says, but hundreds of thousands of other things are just beginning. this is of no consequence unless you make it that way ( Read more... )

do you remember when this was fucking easy
and i actually gave a shit then?

one week is just too long for right now
[i wish you were snuggling into my arms this moment.]

this house has a pulse and it's racing ( Read more... )

im on my way to a party in a few minutes ( Read more... )

i dont know a better word for it.
lily is so perfect.
and pure and white and clean and simple.

i just want to fly away and be happy again. and sit on those blue couches and giggle and draw silly things.
were those not the mose perfect days youve ever lived

they were -
they were wonderful

wonder-filled.

*nods* like lem-on-ade

i love you ( Read more... )

The stars don’t shine here like I wish they would. They never really did. The light pollution of the city hides the beauty of the sky but instead, when looking from this place on the waterfront, we watch the urban stars flicker and fade. 2.13am and no plans to leave any time soon. I sat with her like this most nights and sometimes we talk about ( Read more... )

I cried today, as I read her 'zine and thought about everything she was saying and how fucking right she was [always is] and then I thought about all those people at home that I will never see again. And how home wont really be home anymore ( Read more... )

Dont you ever smile with girls? I asked him between lip lock. Sometimes, he said. You should smile more, I told him, it looks so cute. And his face lit up brighter than sun on the warmest of summer afternoons. He was just a boy out of a dying love affair, and I was a girl trying to figure out if it was even love that was dying. And I ( Read more... )

And I sit myself on the floor in front of this laptop once again, and somewhere across the memories stretched out as miles, you do the same. And as life fades into a dull state, we repeat each conversation. And I cry on my end as you hold back the tears on yours and these keyboards dont make it any easier. [only spoken words will do now] Each ( Read more... )

And as these days grow shorter and these nights fade into a millenia, the past seems so beautiful but the more i grasp at it, the more my feable attempts to rekindle the good-ol'-days blend into a shamefu state of pathetic lathargia. What the hell am i doing back in this broken egg shell life? I used to love this place until I found out what else ( Read more... )