i guess it was better to not care at all.

cuz really whenever i see you all i can think is douchebag.

i never realized how much feeling i harbor in my stomach. i have a lot more angst against people than i previously thought. jealousy sucks. and so do ex-girlfriends.

i bled my being onto your skin. let my brush stroke into you.

i wish you would disappear. stop coming into my life. its not your fault. but you are a cause that stirs the effect.

and she no longer waves her blade above the slope of my throat, for i have happily buried myself in the folds of her cunt.

all we need is to be guiltily pacified by ridiculous music.

apparently in arizona you may not have more than two dildos per household.

haha. if this is true than thats amazing.

think slow eviction
smoke curling from your parted lips,
breathless.

it bugs me to no end.

it shouldn't but it does.

little things make me so jealous.

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” - Sylvia Plath