single and sober in sunny santa monica.

i like to boogie... woogie!

Desire is the purest form of suffering ( Read more... )

i have a tummyache.

tonight will be the second night in god knows how long that i will fall asleep, without you. the second night where you won't wrestle me under the blankets, pull my hair, or drift off into nowhere locked in your embrace.

if the point of all of this was for us to stay together, and now you're gone, then what the fuck are we doing this for? to ( Read more... )

now it's overhead.


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so...

we sent out the sos call. it was quarter past four in the morning when the storm broke our second anchor line. four months at sea, four months of calm seas only to be pounded in the shallows off the tip of montauk point. they call them rogues, they travel fast and alone. one hundred foot faces of gods good ocean gone wrong. what they call love is a ( Read more... )

[iwishyouwerehere]

your hand in mine.