I'm just about all used up.

the lucky ones get car crashes.

its never been about how many i can fuck.

its always been about how many i can fall in love with.

i think the thing i miss most nowadays is waking up to 20 noods in my inbox.

a small sample bar of soap came in the mail today. it smelled exactly like your old condo. the smell didnt sting like i expected. actually, it was kind of nice. it reminded me of cat videos and dancing to raphael saadiq in the kitchen. your feet on top of mine. your hair smelling dirty. the kids arguing over the xbox. the memories didnt feel ( Read more... )

because at the end of the day when you break someones heart it doesnt matter how delicate you were.

DXS011. december 2010.

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this week i began work on my next book-ish type thing. ive been adding a few things that i pulled out of 4am friends and adding stories that should have been included. its bringing me back to that time. but its a good thing. remembering every vivid detail. feeling it makes me excited to get back into the mode of getting my hands dirty ( Read more... )

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"Certainly, anytime anyone gets up in the morning earlier than one would like, drags oneself across town to do things one wouldn't ordinarily do in one's leisure time for people one doesn't particularly like - that would be selling out, whether the activity involves working in a coal mine, heating up macaroni and cheese at Popeye's, or giving tug ( Read more... )