so, france.

every year i return with my heart split down the middle, and every year i spend a few weeks (on occasion, months) taping and growing the halves back together.

this year was no different.

( this one, this boy.. )

i gave you up
because
if you're not prepared to go after me
i'm not prepared to go after you

there's relief in letting go

at least there's that.

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tonight i have to swim for my life. if i don't, i will drown.

i wish i could turn the past four weeks into a song.
at least i can turn it into a tattoo. but then.. i thought by now i'd know what to get, and yet the words still haven't come to me.

sunshine and grocery shopping and boredom and real life is creeping back in. but at least there's brie and rose wine and plans and.. shit, fear. i wish there wasn't. ( Read more... )

so. i'm devastatingly hot for the first time in.. okay, maybe yesterday was the last time, but that was on the beach and the beach doesn't count. i'm now going to rattle out an entry because i have practically no time and loads has happened and wtf.

( parties, maui, some guy.. etc. )