I have gotten so much worse about falling in love with boys, and falling into their arms, and falling into their rhythm, and then falling out of their beds at some time in the morning. This is not good for me, and I want to stop. I want me to stop doing this to myself. But boys are so beautiful, especially the beautiful ones. And you know how ( Read more... )

OURS.

HOUSTON.

AUGUST FIFTH.

ENGINE ROOM.

EIGHT DOLLARS.

EIGHT PM.

HOLY
JESUS
ARCHIBALD
CHRIST.

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This feels so foreign.

Hello. I am still alive.

I feel no desire to spill my words here, anymore. But tonight I remind you all of me.

With love,

Today my throat hurts and I am singing like and old bluesy man. I like it, actually ( Read more... )

I am tired.

I never update.

I am very stressed.

I am overweight.

I don't care.

I am going to sleep now.

I love all of you.

I wish you a good night.

I love Allan. I love Allan. He is my light. He is gold rings and clove smoke. He is the smell of honey and spices and the warm soil. He is despair. He is darkness. He exists completely inside of himself and inside of me. His breath stays on my skin years after he leaves. He is love. He is love, to me and me only. He is the only thing that has ( Read more... )

I have not written in a while. How many days has it been?

I feel obscenely selfish. I feel I sound like I am woven of pure vanity. I think I sound nothing but conceited. I bloom a narcissus. Tell me, do I exist inside of myself?Hm ( Read more... )

Allan says he loves this song because he loves me ( Read more... )

I want so badly to be angry at all of this, to be furious, to really find truth in my broken mirror and the bangages that are just the colour of my skin, running up and down my arms and all around my hand, for the pain that rushes through it ( Read more... )