all the sounds, the rollicking ocean waves ( Read more... )

"head down towards kansas -
we will get there when we get there,
don't you worry.

feel bad about the things we do
along the way,
but not really that bad.

we inhaled the frozen air.
lord send me a mechanic,
if i'm not beyond repair."- the mountain goats, "psalms 40:2 ( Read more... )

losing touch is just one of those things, and i suppose we all do it.

i feel like
your knee-high
wool socks

i kiss your toes
cling to your calves
keep you warm
when your feet are cold

i feel like
your knee-high
wool socks

but it's summer.

smoking
myself sick
again
on the road
to another
four am
another night with
a silent phone

angel
won't you call me
angel,

or don't you smoke
your
self
sick too?

your hands map out
the rolling foothills
of my
rib cage
the mountains
of my
vertebrae
your teeth
leave trail
markers on my
lip

i want to go
cliff-jumping
from your jawline
land on your chest
and lay a while

onward, brave
young traveler;
i won't give the map
to anyone
but you

as per the usual, i'm behind on projects, but not too fussed. it's hard to be fussed about the little things when you can't even find the energy to worry about the big things because if you even start to think about them there'll be trouble all round ( Read more... )

• 11:38 My last day as a teenager is off to a start with a very engaging waiting game. I suppose the last day should be like the other days. #
• 13:39 Oh my lord i hate being late #

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• 11:00 choosing songs to take pictures of the words from #

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• 00:28 At any point in your life, utter, "this is what it comes to." Decide by emphasis what that means. #
• 02:53 What do you want from me? What does anybody want from me? #
• 15:08 urgh. my track record gets worse everyday. #

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