and travis dear, if i can't figure out a way to hang out with you today or tomorrow i promise time will be devoted to you as soon as i get back next week. i really want to see you. miss you lots

back and forth back and forth. on the road. at at a fstival. on the road again. back home. got home and went to bed at 530ish this morning meaning that in the past 2 days my amount of time sleeping comes to a grand total of 7.25 hours and my caffiene intake has sky rocketed. faaaantastic. and i'm only in town for about 36 hours give or take a ( Read more... )

extreme shopping therapy today with maia. i spent more money than ever intended, but therapy is expensive, so hey. and i came home with ( Read more... )

i miss you

i'm rethinking this whole festival-every-weekend-for-the-whole-summer thing. cause it means that i'm home less than half the summer. i like the money. a lot. $400 a week is bloody brilliant. but after tomorrow i'm gone for a week and a half then back for 2 days then off again. soooo much time on the road. but i have so many things i want to do ( Read more... )

...and coffee

1 new dress
2 new friends
3 new irish cds
4 cups of coffee
5 shoe options (none of which i'm enamored with)
and
6 hours til prom

your fingers of acid eat through to my heart laeving it exposed. unprotected by flesh and bone. your perfect smile, a dangerous illusion, a promise of love. a promise made for the purpose of breaking. an accidental meeting and a secret left uncovered. where did the safeness go? my body is bare and my eyes are open, yet my heart is alone. dripping ( Read more... )

The sun is bright. I’m squinting my eyes and trying to avoid looking at you. Your muscular form is drawing every part of me that is female towards you. The soft definition in your arms, shown off by the tank top I gave you so long ago. Your hands. Your torso. I wish I had sunglasses so I could stare at you and you wouldn’t know. Talking, laughing ( Read more... )

so these are pictures maia and i took yesterday afternoon while working on a photo project. lots of fun. i love my girl. and smoking is bad. very bad. in fact...it kills.

( pseudo_smokers galore )