Des coups de poing dans l'me ( Read more... )

Mon Amie, au mois de Mai ( Read more... )

since i know no one reads this, i can write what i want

I honestly feel dead inside now
I want to be with Josh so badly, he must be in hell and instead im sitting here in Boston while he is with his family
I feel useless and unable to do anything but be depressed.....why am I so affected?

I dont know what else to do?

If I were to ever meet a man who understands Ivri Lider, I really just might internally implode

his words speak to my soul

Tracks that aren't real or make zero sense excluded ( Read more... )

The day that shattered over me ( Read more... )

I wish I could return to the summer I had, early mornings running on nothing but a big bowl of hot chocolate and half a banana. Mocking all the people who took our internship seriously, Jean-Renault and Chris who taught me the essence of inner-cool. Knowing that come 4pm I wouldnt be sober till 6 am the next morning, and repeating the whole cycle ( Read more... )

_____The Middle of The Night In The Village_________ ( Read more... )

Ivri lider makes me warm inside ( Read more... )

*after reading "Perks of Being A Wallflower" I felt the need to write a poem...specifcally about a conversation held tonight ( Read more... )