i remember in highschool i was jealous of this guy i knew that lived above a laundry mat.

i guess this is due to the fact that i lived between a house that looked exactly like mine, a speed bump, and the pacific ocean.

I'm not little anymore. its a weird thing to admit. i said stuff like: i'll never be that pretty again, i'll never have those options again, i need to get over myself at 19, and thats fucked up. just like... sitting alone and listening to this sad music. i forget how truly stupid i was at that age where nothing mattered. i guess nothing does matter ( Read more... )

a box of half smoked cigarettes. her form is traced with tight blue jean. hand pressed to pocket. sinks into the slight flesh surrounding her hip bone. flawless painted with tears escaping the corners. with lips pursed around the filter. shapely and proportional. soft round hips and adequate breasts. precisely trimmed neckline fading into a black ( Read more... )

your weekends are filled with long-winded hopes of getting off your ass.

progressively aging in accordance with the human life cycle

and you have yet to GROW UP.