and i promise that i'll run away with you.

[vintageautumn]

a year from now i want to be in europe.

[seriously. of course i would say yes. jesus christ. my bags are already packed.]

and we will take the train. and we will sleep in youth hostiles, holding hands and swallowing tongues.
and we will still be young.
young young young young.
and i'll play the smiths on a walkman and you'll play
the drums on my thighs
and i'll still wear far too much makeup on my eyes and you will
follow me down
in london
in tunnels
stations
cabs
cars---and i'll send postcards to everyone i know.
saying things as fucked up as
i want to have your arbortion.
or
i haven't been fucked like that since gradeschool.

[i think it will be better than mexico.]