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finding each other again and losing each other again makes me hurt so much. -
crane.
I went walking after two last night; felt like I was the only guy in town.
And I'm not -- I know -- and I don't need you to tell me so.
I come here when I don't really know how to talk about anything, or what to say, or who to say it to. Sometimes I wish I could just do something crazy -- hit the road and keep on driving forever. I just want to ( Read more... ) -
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freedom is a length of rope, and god wants you to hang yourself with it -
shuffling.
leaving is, without a doubt, the hardest thing to do. lovely weekend -- Logan's brother and fiancee had us over. lots of watching the boys play video games, but it was nice and relaxing. i cried when i left, and he told me he'd see me soon and tried to make me laugh, like always. i always tell myself i'm not going to cry and then i do. it's hard ( Read more... ) -
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things are...good. i feel like writing that down anywhere is dangerous, an invitation for disaster, but i feel okay. logan and i are back together. who knows what will happen there, but we're both very happy, i think. it's better than before, in some ways. we're both trying to be happier on our own and more patient and accepting. i feel good and ( Read more... ) -
now what kind of county line holds her remains?
Animals Need Animals - Frontier Ruckus
The teeth of your black ditch are sweet like the rest
Of the thin-lipped, sharp-hipped
Fierce things that animals show --
White like the laughter of smoke in the chest
Long after
The brightness of the fields' teeth go.
The child-mother yells in vi'lent madness,
But your tight skin confessed not a vein in your chest
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i fucking hate this shit. -
burn your life down
i'm bitter. i want everybody to be alone and unhappy, i want to smash things and break everything good in this world. i want to fade away and i don't want to fade away, and i never want to feel this ever again. i don't know how i'm ever going to be close to anyone again, i don't know how to do this again, i don't want this, i don't want this, i don ( Read more... ) -
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oh my gosh, this gets right at the soft, squishy, nostalgic place in my heart.
