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I’m so afraid that this get out of hand but I am kidding myself because I am beyond that. It’s in the way I wake up in the morning barely able to contain myself, giggling from sheer happiness when I look at him. I didn’t even understand that people like this existed in the world;… Continue reading Frost me →

i have drummed my fingers on keyboard letters, ivory plastic and grimy little molars in a mouth that just won’t talk. I am tapping on the etched letters like an SOS in Morse code to the little mechanisms that would make me write instead of tapremember instead of wait; detail instead of drum my fingerson… Continue reading You’relike clay →

it kills me that i still think about how safe it felt to smile straight into your face, show you everything i was thinking and hoping, for me and for us, it kills me that i still think about that when all you think about is how safe it felt with your hips pushed into… Continue reading on how we grow up →

It’s a lot harder than I thought, thinking about you and not running away from this place. When I remember what your laugh sounds like I start to feel a little cowardly, because I just want to hide in it, and there’s nowhere to hide because you’re not laughing, anymore.

Leave no room for confusion, please do not misunderstand this as another pathetic cry out into silence; but the truth remains and it is undeniable, what i had i lack, and it was cherished. Please don’t misunderstand, it’s not you that I miss. What I miss is how honest your smiles were then, what I… Continue reading Let’s get this straight →

In the desperate hope of survival we cluster together, thinking that being separate together somehow makes us less alone. In the absence of honest-to-gods truth we pull one another closer, humanity afraid of itself but too alone or lonely or both to really move on. we are a conundrum of art and pain and coexistence,… Continue reading Pulpy Machinery →

whats sad is that with every single one of my friends, i’m never ever sure if they actually like ME or if its the accessories i come with

I want to take walks alone. I want to paint again and learn everything i ever forgot about pianos. I want to extricate the negative connotation my cynical voice places on everything, I want to speak without getting the sarcasm all over everything when its dripping off my every word. i want to always remember… Continue reading frankly; →

i let myself waste so much time on you because you wasting my time is still you in my life. and even though i know its really not, i know some part of me believes that that’s better than nothing. in all reality, anything is better than you, and nothing of you is best for… Continue reading →

I am a mess, a wreck, worked up and worried like an insect in a web but the silk stringing me down is really just a thread of words pulled from my headand not disconnected, one constant stream of thought with no right or wrong end and here tonight like every other night, I am… Continue reading Hands on the Wheel, (just steer north) →