voicing intentions only paves the way for disappointment.

[iceicekatie]

i'll just sit under dim lights with dangling feet crossed at the ankles while you secretly prefer the yellow over the red & watch words unfold like apple peels into something they never used to be. your mind forever oblivious to the lack of emotion that onceuponatime DID reside within these walls made of grape bubblegum&checkered shoes&movie stubs.


there's so much i can't say.