Sometimes strangers make me say beautiful things ( Read more... )

I miss every inch of you, my love. I miss that beautiful green grey brown of your eyes when they look unblinkingly, unflinchingly into the simplistic browns of my own. I see so much beyond my own eye's reflection within them. Truth, love... a future. My future. Ours. Together ( Read more... )

Today's crazy self-hatred, outbursts, and utter despair brought to you by: birth control residing four hours from where you reside.

Dear Adam,
This is why I skip the placebo on my birth control and just take the hormone pill all year.
I'm sorry for everything.
Love,
Your really messed up crying girlfriend.

tora lora lie.

Being in college, in love, and not-young and not-old all at once is a surreal thing to be, I think
It's like being homeless, leaving everyone and everything you love to be cold and broke in the city.

Their lives progress. Their lives remain intertwined. Intertwining.
Moving and pushing and pulling without the string of knots that you ( Read more... )

I don't believe in perfection or beauty within people ( Read more... )

Please tie me to my chair.
I must stop this pacing.

I must begin to walk, to sit, to live and breathe.
I must begin to do something other than this idle, brooding pacing.