Now nowLord help me.
I miss SPUN. I never go.
and I miss Chloe.
I hope she sees this
If anyone has the opportunity I recommend they listen to "the anthem" by onra, it's pretty fantastic
Love
Sliz
My SummerNo one ever told me to "Take a picture because this will be different" different in a year, one year. What was once modest light blue paint, chipping and old, has become a dark blue eyesore quaint-lover's paradise. I blinked one day and noticed. My god. What else is going to change, what else do I have to appreciate Right Now. I guess my relationship because it was so fragile one week ago. I experienced a summer of bliss and warm humid nights and smells of freedom. Days of sultry heat on the docks motorboats and sails, your aviators you never took off, my endless selection of tank tops one for every day I spent with you. Youre beautiful youreMy Summer
Tu Me ManqueSometimes the air around me feels so sterile that all I long for is a stir or a body roaming around it to move it or an embrace to disarm the numb shield that has descended upon my face, my hands Or a vase with pink carnations to remind me there are simpler things in this world. Or a suggestion, a nudge to make a lasagna or clean the dishes, Do something that once made me feel like times were constant.Tu Me Manque
Anything, something, just come over Cause the worst to do is leave me here alone with my thoughts. Cause they are deadly raw and unfolding in fear. When this house is sile
Soul CandyToffee mixed with butter creamSoul Candy
its slipping sliding in-between my fingers laced with yours, calloused
mammoths over mine My tongue flicks the burnt-orange candy free from its golden wrapping and I sit gazing off to other days that are nomads to the timeline of moments shuddering through tomorrow and yesterday I've no place to call them home. my tshirt still wafts of Fierce engulfed inside it I'm surrounded by you suspended in this feeling Hiding underneath.
Car Ride“I love Andrew,” she breathed. And in that moment a rush of anger bubbled up inside me. She didn’t have the right to love Andrew. She was a realist, a nursing student, an older sister. Someone whose job it was to squash my irrationality. Now she was swaying like a loose pine branch in the wind, letting herself become weightless as waves of love and infatuation took over her. I couldn’t witness this without becoming angry at her. Angry that I didn’t get to feel what she was feeling. That her mind was in another dimension while mine was expected to brave the monotony and letdowns of reality. “You shouldn’t,Car Ride
Optimism
LOOK WHO I FOUND!!!!
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You can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him.
I'MA FIRIN' MAH LAZOR!!!
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i thank you for the fave =]
you are snazzy.
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why can't we make this darkness feel like home
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Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another
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Love.
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"Like a jazz DJ you talk me into sleep"
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"Like a jazz DJ you talk me into sleep"
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