OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD. I found Mr. Guch's myspace page ( Read more... )

Is there anything more vindicating or heartbreaking than hearing a song for the first time and feeling it gently and knowingly constrict around the neck of your present existence? It doesn’t quite kill you; it squeezes just hard enough to bring your lungs into your throat and impregnate your eyes in their sockets, bulging a little in their ( Read more... )

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull ( Read more... )

Do you know why ( Read more... )

I was listening to a song called "The Sadness of Things" and I heard "undress for me," "condom," and "and then we can spoon."

Completely saturated with paranoia about his sex life? ---psssssht!

P.S. As long as he doesn't hold them?

I miss him more as it gets less acidic to my stomach to keep him away. Whether it is the hurt fading or forging I cannot tell, despite having been through it before. The more I feel distanced and subdued, the more I am certain of my duty and resolve to let myself crash onto distant shores before I allow him to wash into mine. He will not surge ( Read more... )

Why is it that I can only hate myself for the lies that he told ( Read more... )

I want to run around a bright, sunlight-washed house on shiny new hardwood floors in just loose white tube socks, thick cotton that bunches a little above the ankles, and boy-cut underwear. And I want to stick my belly out and beat it with my fists, and stretch up and back, fists still balled. I want laziness and sex and yawns and naps and food, ( Read more... )

e Lektra Lyt: I just had a really scary experience ( Read more... )

Dear Tiger: Enchanted with Emile, the King of Beasts makes the Wood Weep for a Piece of the Magnificent Cake ( Read more... )