I want to write to you when you're not there ( Read more... )

today, I am magnetic. or something ( Read more... )

the skin over my heart is hot where the sun burned me ( Read more... )

I struggle with my own insecurities and I draw much comfort from how appealing my words can sounds via the internet. It is rather frustrating, how can it be that I would enjoy talking to a stranger online more than getting to know a real person? My comfort-zone limits me to the truly mundane, erasing all excitement and possibilities of what I want ( Read more... )

walking home from work in the rain today ( Read more... )

I came out of my afternoon classes ( Read more... )