( faux mullet (sean the track star) )

it feels of elegance capturing you in a fit of fury and abstained comfort. your eyes dilate like photographs of eclipses you wish to, but never have the chance to see. (like mirror images-- a distortion of lies and the realization is quick and without a doubt that the opposite is always true. because 'baby, you're beautiful.') leaning against pitch ( Read more... )

david saying: you look terrible ( Read more... )

( heart boxerbriefs )

its been a tough week ( Read more... )

and i want to kiss you
it was parker avenue
under the streetlight i asked,
do the lines in our palms match?

pressing, and pressing
your life touching my fate
as our hands collided

+.+

i'm so corny.

hm. a lot of driving. five people in the back seat. i'm sick of being jealous. i tried to write today. like... really write. and i am a waste. of breath. of space. of time. there is dust in my hair. my lips taste of blood. and i hope that you're happy.

"por vida," she says ( Read more... )

my hoodie keeps shrinking. you can see my wrists. it doesnt go pass my waist. i still wear it ( Read more... )

( teenage poetry )