And so it starts ( Read more... )

last night was so sick, i got laid

the only problem was that fate was the one who fucked me

One of the best arguments ever held against me was in the form of a metaphor. If you drop a glass you can glue it back together but it will never be as good as it was before you dropped it. I realize now that I could have easily made things work my way. Last night I pulled out a dollar which was crumpled, torn, old and felt very delicate. As worn ( Read more... )

Love crosses its islands, from grief to grief ( Read more... )