When i wake up at 11:20 ( Read more... )

This afternoon he was feeling like a character in someone elses story; that he was decidedly in control of his own destiny but that he was cool enough as to be someone's protagonist. He snapped the lighter the third time and exhaled at the perfect time so as to shoot a stylistic flame out of the end of the cigarette. Explosion. "Just like the ( Read more... )

Grapevine fires by death cab for cutie ( Read more... )

and what are we all doing here ( Read more... )

i just want to trust someone

better at loving methe way i wish it was ( Read more... )

i was sure
but i wasnt as surely sure
until earlier

When I dreamt of you
You were a prettier thing than I remember
In this dream
Your face was over mine
And when I awoke
It was gone
Much as I rubbed my eyes
But I'm not sure how it would have looked

When I wake to your snores
It's like a swan song of beauty
Gross, she's snoring, i think
But when I go downstairs to the couch
And hear you from far enough away
I miss it

Thaddius lethargically lifted himself from his stomach with an awkward push-up type motion and kicked off the white cotton sheet that had covered him. The sun was intruding through the slits between his 20 year old shades and he strained his eyes as he pulled on the cord to look outside. The day was an odd mixture of gloom and sunshine. Everywhere ( Read more... )