Oh, how I love barefooted people ( Read more... )

I feel ill. And I wrote a poem. And Estevahn Cadena is my manwhore now. Yay for wonderful dark-pale skin and Greecian curls.

We are learning mythology in English, and the teacher is an idiot. She is awkward and nervous because of foreign deities, and the beautiful names, Mnemosyne, Persephone, she turns into horrible syllables. It makes me angry ( Read more... )

Nothing is so beautiful as the sky, or the depths of her eyes, the brilliant white of a terrible cataract hovering over brilliant green and gold and rust. And I think, and am alone, and desolate and cold and today has been a horrible day. I feel empty, yet I know I am not. I am filled with nothing but the desire to be truly hollow, to experience ( Read more... )

Oh, god, Chase, I love you so much. Where have you gone, my ghost, my lovely? I can't believe all the things that happened and how we grew apart, but I miss the velvet of your soul and your words and listening to your voice just now oh god, why did I ever let you wander away from me? I pushed you away, I am sure, my beautiful, my wonderful wolf-boy ( Read more... )

These skies want to rain, as I want them to. I delight in our mornings filled with bird songs and our lazy afternoons. How wonderful, and like such poetry this city is, though I do wish we had more of those narrow, deep houses all covered in exotic colours and wrought iron and enshrouded in the laughter of children and the sound of boots on stone ( Read more... )

He is the only reason I am not all scars and bandages. He keeps me from myself ( Read more... )

THEY.WANT.TO.GET.US.ON.THEIR.LABEL ( Read more... )

I feel so horrible.

Allan is upset with me. Ashamed of me. My glorious golden halo is cracked, I can see what he thinks in his eyes, but he'd never come out and say it ( Read more... )

When I don't think about it, I think of the old wooden curves of the inside of our church, the high ceiling that carry all voices as one so beautifully, the lanterns, the red velvet everywhere, and the stained glass I resent so. Oh, what beauty he took away from me. Over analyzing poetic words like in high school essays, I cry! The angels outlined ( Read more... )

Har har. Goddamn tourists.

And oh. So this is why I tend to list so often.

Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with
X____rift's DisorderCause:pollenSymptoms:breathing difficulties, leaning at 45 degrees, glowing aura, turning into a wolfCure:take four Prozac tablets before going to bedI watched Billy for two hours today, and Allan's and my ( Read more... )