My boyfriend (well I guess ex boyfriend now) went out last night to a kickback with some friends. He got really drunk but apparently had a really good time. Right now I'm at his house because I'm stupid and was worried about him so I came over to take care of him while he's hungover. Please excuse the following disjointed thoughts.

Just everything ( Read more... )

He's there, hot breath and soft moans whispering in my ear. Distantly I hear my heavy breathing broken by whimpers and quiet gasps of pleasure, But that is a fleeting thought, quickly pushed under by my overwhelming need to be touched, everywhere. I arch against his body, begging for his fingers to trace burning, meaningless patterns on my bare ( Read more... )

Haven't been on here in ten billion years. I went back and reread some of the journal entries and DAMN was I fucking emo as hell. Why someone didn't slap me upside the head and tell me to stop being retarded is beyond me, I wanted to slap myself just reading it ( Read more... )

"You're beautiful"

"...ok...that's random..."

"No it's not. It should be said more often." 

The wheel's spinning but the hamster's dead!

I like hanging upside down, staring at the pictures on the wall. Those frozen moments of time with emotions captured eternally. I feel the pulse of blood rushing to my head as I contemplate the laughter long since faded, the innocence that had not yet been lost. A picture says a thousand words they say, but what does a picture say when the second ( Read more... )

 Sitting here, listening to your gentle breathing in and out. Slight whistle through your nose, poor dear it has been stuffy ( Read more... )

 Pay close attention
Don't listen to me from now
George'll be flying this one
And it's anyone's guess how he does this
Is the right turn wrong
Universe taking me in full bloom
Fireball careful with that there
See what you made me do

I must be dreaming
Or we're onto something
I must be dreaming
For i don't fall in love lawlessly
I must be dreaming
Or pinch me to ( Read more... )

In magazines they tell girls not to be so emotionally unstable, it makes guys feel bad. Many women simply take the feelings and bury them on the inside. The image they present to the guy is strong and confident. Only within the privacy of their own bedrooms do they break down and cry, shoulders hunched with the weight of the world upon their ( Read more... )

 I can't focus ( Read more... )