February 2010
January 2010
Shut up, brain.
I like the line between your belly and your thighs The smell of your hair, the sparkle in your eyes. The smoke in your breath, the breathing hard and heavy.
Listen,
You can tell your lawyer that he can go to hell, because I can take whatever you’re offering up reasonably well. And if four long years come to nothing, that’s alright. Because it’s your birthday, it’s your birthday tonight. And I went to buy you something, but I caught myself in time. And nothing makes sense anymore, but everything rhymes.
Die hard.
Die kicking.
Old...
“You can’t always get the perfect moment. Sometimes, you just have to do the best...”
– Sarah Dessen (via kari-shma)
It's three o clock in the morning
And that could be why I’m feeling so deep and metaphysical and thinking so intensely about everything.
But, honestly, I feel so full of thoughts right now I’m to the brim, I’m overflowing. I wish I could just hit the pause button and go get some sleep.
