So. SO. sososososososo. pumped.

mother hates it. typical.

i don't give a shit.

i'm so happy.

such a good place in my life.

he makes me grin.

Last night

I slept in the arms of a lovely Irish man

All night.

Our lips touched

The way our bodies craved to.

Mash mash, push push, touch touch.

And though our beings cannot be,

Gently I kissed him

And forgot about the rest of the world.

I am going to write a book

and fill it with all the bullshit speeches that have been said to me

over so many years.

And when I have finished

I'll set it aflame

and throw it through their windows.

Then they'll be speechless.

I just deleted a TON of my comms. A lot of stuff I love, and that were moderated by my friends.  I just can't handle the amount anymore. I feel like I spend hours just trying to sift through stuff. So I just deleted them. I'm gonna see how it works out. But I foresee the removal of many more ( Read more... )

Interesting horoscope in the metro today.

Gemini: If what others expect of you is different to what you expect of yourself, don't change your ways just to stay in their good books.  The planets urge you to be a bit more selfish than usual.

How right you are today, little paper.

For 11 years we played
For 11 years we were together
For 11 years I could always count on you
For 11 years I loved you
For 11 years you were mine
For 11 years you were there
And I never got to say thank you
or goodbye

So I recently watched all 3 "Back to the Future"s.  In a row.  And I realized that those movies make me very depressed:

Poor Marty McFly just lost almost a month of his life and all concept of time.  Life sucks.

fast breaths, arm scratches, calm voices, ripped childhood memorabilia, soft humming, raccoon eyes, cut stomach, marked up, cramped fingers, convulsions, sorrys, i love yous, fidgeting, falling on the floor, phone calls, confusion, anxiety, sore eyes, dry throat, made up poetry, worried outsiders, answering machines, hang ups, goodbyes, unresolved ( Read more... )

i miss the days when being drunk as fuck could solve all my problems.

The combination of rye and cigarettes made me think of the way your mouth tasted.  Memories and thoughts of how delicious it was flowed though my mind, even though the pumping beats in the background were consuming my ears.  That taste will always bring me back to you.  Though I want nothing more from you, I can't help but miss it.  And despise it ( Read more... )