• two is not enough when you’re playing for an audience of one. thick fog rolls in, across the golden gate. when i spot a black skirt straddling the bar like it’s a quarter a ride. and I said “ma’am how was your day? keep your eyes on my face. I’ll help you, if you let [...]

  • your pseudo bohemian appearance and faintly leftist doctrine of beliefs adfjalskdfjaljkfaljkdf admit it! -Say Anything

  • as I sit here, I long to feel this sunlight reach my heart. reach my heart so from there it can radiate through my entire body. the summer radiance is struggling to reach my memory.

  • you act this way, i’ll act this way. no more human connections, is this what they call the great divide?

  • Australia, Ireland, Salt Lake City, Seattle, all so intertwined when it comes to DNA and blood lines but when it comes to location we couldn’t be further apart.

  • Mr.Staton used to grow “trees.” Everybody knows that he really grew weed. Well, atleast I knew. Why else would he have a constant set of chink eyes? Why else would he be 300 pounds? 50 years of the munchies can do that to a guy, ya know?

  • he wanted to be an astronaut. it was a lofty achievement. day in and day out, he was mocked all of his life. but when he stuck our flag into that unimaginable surface he knew his dreams had been fulfilled.

  • speechlessmegan commented on the blog post rustling 2 years, 9 months ago

    Rustling inbetween dreams was my addiction. A nocturnal thought of what I hhonestly long for every hour of everyday for the rest of my life. Like autumn leaves on a crisp cool day. forever rustling, forever troubling.

  • as she was bobbing about the ocean, not choosing which current she would like to take she suddenly got pulled under the green grey wave. not a sound left her mouth, she still hadn’t made a decision. think twice.

  • it didn’t even cross my mind. not even for a milla second did I think I would get caught. being wrong has never felt like more of a surprise. we were caught.

  • and once you think your mother is high strung you realize that she’s not the only one. it’s become an infectious attitude paralizer. like influenza of the soul.

  • amongst the truth you plant your seed of evil. you’re a liar on the thrown of a queen. your heart it bleeds and it bleeds. but your body shows no sign of abuse.

  • Where would I be? Without you. Without this bed. Without this house. Without this air that I breathe. This water that I drink.

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