I dont mind the weather. I've got scarves and caps and sweaters.

[watchmechoke]

I will hold a candle up to you to singe your skin.
Brace yourself: I'm bent with bitterness. I can't forsee.
Tracing the plot finds
skin touching skin
(absence follows).
In the end, I win every time as ink remains.
Sour tastes prevail as you play back the tape machine.

And the hardest part is yet to come.

Comments

hey

[tin_can_jazz]

, your shit's good. I'm gonna keep track of you, not that you could do anything about it but, if that's ok with you

Re: hey

[tin_can_jazz]

scratch that, there's plenty you could do about it

Re: hey

[tin_can_jazz]

It's Death Cab lyrics, for God's sake. She even has the title right there. It's not her "shit."

Re: hey

[tin_can_jazz]

okay, im sure her entire journal isn't deathcab lyrics.fool