ok, yes, i made a mistake. i'll admit that i spoke too soon. not quite a mistake, but definitly a set back ( Read more... )

i'm losing my mind.

i can say there are a lot of things that have survived my many changes. things get lost, or forgotten or left behind. there wasn't enough time to move it, or room in the car. there was a suspecting roomate, or friend, or even, friend of a friend. there were selfish lovers and greedy party goers. my favorite black rimmed glasses. a yellow dress that ( Read more... )

i like to make things. its true. so now i have this gigantic apartment in the middle of the city and instead of actually doing anything with it, i just draw pictures of the way it should be ( Read more... )

noah held my hand in the dark water and told me to close my eyes ( Read more... )

i probably shouldn't even admit this. keep your mouth shut. there will be consequences i'm sure. be honest you keep saying. are my words not at all believable to you? my mouth is pure and white and fresh and not at all tarnished by lies that you tell ( Read more... )

for some reason, i feel like doing some damage. don't send nudes to someones boyfriend and not expect for us to fuck your life up and send them to your girlfriend....

nough said.

its like the way the smell of an onion can stay on your skin for days. i can't get rid of your smell. not as deep, but moist, intense. it's on my favorite thread bare t shirt, and settled into the white sheets. the ones you said are a ridiculous concept considering the dog and his need for under cover burrowing. your smell is mixing with mine this ( Read more... )

i guess maybe its the way in which you say it. a quick hurried 'i love you', words jumbled together so that i have to ask you to repeat yourself. or a slow unconvincing 'i love you'..thick and bitter, swirling around in your mouth like a bad cough syrup ( Read more... )

here i'm sitting clawing at the dirt. trying to dig up the mushrooms that grow wild on the property and not doing a very good job. i have little piles everywhere. under the weeping willow. next to the wooden fence i helped build 3 summers ago, some of the paint still globbed in places. the skin on my thighs has that rippled affect you get when it's ( Read more... )