fuck stepping on an emotional twig, i used to be a goddamn lumberjack.

no gay jokes from the peanut gallery, please.

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i dont know about you guys, but im talking about driving free. loving free, dashing reckless and dangerous ( Read more... )

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they should've called me columbus for my dubious conquests.

luckily, it's ancient history. a story misinterpreted, with half the facts missing. an old map made by people who thought they were creating the world with every angle documented.

i'll call it america.

even in a dream, we would drive in awkward silence. the temptation of confrontation would be utterly one-sided and our hopes would be tenuous at best. we would avoid eye contact and pretend that there were far more interesting things out on the road. in order to validate the avoidance of locking eyes it would be necessary to mask our intentions ( Read more... )

you must not know bout me
you must not know bout me

friday night:

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