Going to Spokane tomorrow.
Don't know my music.
"Stop dicking around, fucker!"
I looked at him. Alot.
I wonder what he was thinking.
He looked at me. Alot.

Two words:

Horn.
Flash.

About 10 minutes left, and the last slow song for the night was playing ( Read more... )

she screamed with excitement

she took my arm, turning me away

he threw his arms around her

she led me back to a place where we could be alone

the tears came

she cried for me

i hate

we held eachother and cried

She sits with her sandy blonde hair...wasn't it brown on friday? She's not thin, I'm smaller than her. She reminds me of me and I don't know anything about her. She's more tan then me. She smooths chapstick over her lips until their completely covered in cherry flavour. She rubs them together, then pops them. I like that sound. Her face is more red ( Read more... )

He sits, swinging his legs over his little desk, hunched over. He must be 45, but he reminds me of a child.

I think all my tears are building up in my head. I looked at the moon, and realized that I needed to cry but I couldn't. Maybe it's full of tears like me.

I'll send you the rough draft, seal it with tears, maybe you'll read it, and I'll reappear.

for the past hour or so I've been getting ready to go somewhere. actually putting on make up, getting on nice clothes, and suddenly, I realize that I have no plans for the day.

wake me up when september ends.

1. Grab the nearest book ( Read more... )

Be the nicest person you know.