no woman no cry
life moves too fast.
glass eyes: hers i loved, i love. why did this happen and how can i make it last she is so beautiful and i feel something that makes me glorious like the autumn wind and the leaves that carry the music from the veranda and oh how the sun reflects off her face. secrets soft all wet lips and teeth and warm fuzzy tingly i feel like something that happens on christmas. sparkles and bubbles that last in the rain and uncommon miracles. this is what i am when you touch me.
i want to remember how my fingertips felt on her skin.
welcome to fifteen: song at 12 05. birthday licks; 17. covert sneaking shoulder rides. Bianca on the wet picnic table. seat rotations. shot guns. more confusion. search for tim. stop for lindsay mica anna and sublime. spinning. evan wetness. bridge. red night sky ingredients are the yellow-orange light plus fog plus the black blanket sky. walking field trips. little kids that can't handle walking together in their own directions and speeds. elena walked always in the back but ryan the anti-hippy in the front. sam the 'free love' hippy. sevens hots. flask. Happy Birthday Drama. sleep then the wake up trials. two presents of Gange love on the swing, see the people? cuddle avec sam. breakfast peter rachel noah... class... work... whatever. cloud on the hill at the Beer Garden. nushi never uses words, she uses her descriptive kisses. lying in the grass. amazing intricacies in the structure. adam's knowledge and unfairness. joslyn's news. sasha's rainbow of vitamin water, yours was darkish purple red that reminds me of fruit punch blood stains on someone's lips. oops. end tangent. dolphi and ralph visit. picnic by the gazebo. catch, tennis balls, trip trip 'yeay for tripping!' motherdaughter time. 'i'm drunk, mom' goodbyes goodbyes... ryan to entertain us. the Project. The Look almost worked. cake with ari libby [voice messages] on a messy floor with sublime.
the top one is my head for the past week and the second one is nushi's birthday since midnight last night.
basically i do too much drugs, have too much sex, and get myself into way too much trouble. but its almost one am on tuesday morning and i havent slept more than five hours in over a week... i am so far past dead or being anything recognizable. i am incoherent. bed. mmmmmmmmmn.
but first : i come home on friday. dah--da-na--naaah!
glass eyes: hers i loved, i love. why did this happen and how can i make it last she is so beautiful and i feel something that makes me glorious like the autumn wind and the leaves that carry the music from the veranda and oh how the sun reflects off her face. secrets soft all wet lips and teeth and warm fuzzy tingly i feel like something that happens on christmas. sparkles and bubbles that last in the rain and uncommon miracles. this is what i am when you touch me.
i want to remember how my fingertips felt on her skin.
welcome to fifteen: song at 12 05. birthday licks; 17. covert sneaking shoulder rides. Bianca on the wet picnic table. seat rotations. shot guns. more confusion. search for tim. stop for lindsay mica anna and sublime. spinning. evan wetness. bridge. red night sky ingredients are the yellow-orange light plus fog plus the black blanket sky. walking field trips. little kids that can't handle walking together in their own directions and speeds. elena walked always in the back but ryan the anti-hippy in the front. sam the 'free love' hippy. sevens hots. flask. Happy Birthday Drama. sleep then the wake up trials. two presents of Gange love on the swing, see the people? cuddle avec sam. breakfast peter rachel noah... class... work... whatever. cloud on the hill at the Beer Garden. nushi never uses words, she uses her descriptive kisses. lying in the grass. amazing intricacies in the structure. adam's knowledge and unfairness. joslyn's news. sasha's rainbow of vitamin water, yours was darkish purple red that reminds me of fruit punch blood stains on someone's lips. oops. end tangent. dolphi and ralph visit. picnic by the gazebo. catch, tennis balls, trip trip 'yeay for tripping!' motherdaughter time. 'i'm drunk, mom' goodbyes goodbyes... ryan to entertain us. the Project. The Look almost worked. cake with ari libby [voice messages] on a messy floor with sublime.
the top one is my head for the past week and the second one is nushi's birthday since midnight last night.
basically i do too much drugs, have too much sex, and get myself into way too much trouble. but its almost one am on tuesday morning and i havent slept more than five hours in over a week... i am so far past dead or being anything recognizable. i am incoherent. bed. mmmmmmmmmn.
but first : i come home on friday. dah--da-na--naaah!