i want to be a mechanic.

its a feeling that covers everything like the blanket of evenings; not a hollow, spirit taking entity, or a shallow pool of water receding from your knees, no, it's the middle of the day when all your pain leaves, and relief greets you and your lack of sleep, it's laughter on the line, faces scrunching up, hands clutching stomaches, toes turning in ( Read more... )

June, Day Two. Ninth Year into the Millennium. Time Spectrum High on Gasoline.

I dont know why but I feel like I can no longer write here anymore. All connection I once had here feels like wet trash in the gutters of a city that nobody wants to look at or pick up anymore. I have trapped myself in a box with a lock. It's stuffy in here and the ( Read more... )

im stuck in my past. and i guess it's just a chapter i must need to re-read. somedays i feel like i am losing myself, out of nowhere. not sure where these thoughts are coming from. or where my need to write them down is either ( Read more... )

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oh well, this is just the way it is now.

YYYYYYYYYEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

skateboarding is the best thing ever
even when tending to
MONSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON
weather


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lonely afternoons. days spent under a fuzzy blanket because it's snowing in the month of june. slack ensues. messy rooms. nothing to do. too many pairs of shoes. she's obsessed with appearance. in love with uniqueness. damn privileged to be thankful for every moment completed. cue circular atonement.


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