kick out the chair and hang.
i'm home right now. for the next few minutes at least.
jon cleaned the motherfucking shit out of the apartment.
i still have a bunch of shit to unpack and organize.
i wish there were more time in the day for just me.
so i could play catch up while everyone else slept.
and leave flowers for my friends next to their beds.
and have breakfast waiting for them.
i would write great songs in the dead of night.
and i would gently play them- oh so softly- next to her bedside.
i am in love with lucero 'tennessee'.
absolutely fucking gorgeous.
i've been asleep behind the wheel for something like four days now.
maybe more.
it amazes me how i can be on the verge of something so magnificent and just seconds away from complete breakdown at any given time.
i'm either going to implode, explode, or just fall to pieces.
if i get the choice, it's going to be 'explode'.
rachel fucking brunet:
call me, please.
i can't have you mad at me right now. i just simply can not fucking do it. you mean the so much more than the world to me. your text messages are the water wings that keep me afloat so many days. your cookies are what keep me from starving. and underground parties are what give me hope for any sort of future.
and our friendship is simply too important. you hear that?
too god damn important.
for me to deal with you being mad at me.
so call me. and i will not get off the phone until you tell me that we're okay.
i love you.
(you might want to write that part down. it will be on the final exam.)
lovebrandon.
jon cleaned the motherfucking shit out of the apartment.
i still have a bunch of shit to unpack and organize.
i wish there were more time in the day for just me.
so i could play catch up while everyone else slept.
and leave flowers for my friends next to their beds.
and have breakfast waiting for them.
i would write great songs in the dead of night.
and i would gently play them- oh so softly- next to her bedside.
i am in love with lucero 'tennessee'.
absolutely fucking gorgeous.
i've been asleep behind the wheel for something like four days now.
maybe more.
it amazes me how i can be on the verge of something so magnificent and just seconds away from complete breakdown at any given time.
i'm either going to implode, explode, or just fall to pieces.
if i get the choice, it's going to be 'explode'.
rachel fucking brunet:
call me, please.
i can't have you mad at me right now. i just simply can not fucking do it. you mean the so much more than the world to me. your text messages are the water wings that keep me afloat so many days. your cookies are what keep me from starving. and underground parties are what give me hope for any sort of future.
and our friendship is simply too important. you hear that?
too god damn important.
for me to deal with you being mad at me.
so call me. and i will not get off the phone until you tell me that we're okay.
i love you.
(you might want to write that part down. it will be on the final exam.)
lovebrandon.