Remember that I love you |
You are the tiny sailboat that rescues me from open water. I constantly feel saved by your existence in my world, and am quite unsure of how I made it before you arrived. There honestly isn't much to ... Posted by on Tue, 11 Aug 2009 17:38:00 GMT |
Bridgetown |
My apartment is cute.
It has wooden floors, and that old style trim that leads you to say, "how darling" upon glancing at it. The walls are an unusual color and the wooden floors compliment them well... Posted by on Sat, 25 Apr 2009 16:01:00 GMT |
Stupid, tired, grumpy. |
I'm stupid, tired, grumpy.I worry about the noise I hear, the clutter that stocks the shelves of my brain,how important these thoughts and these feelings are in the long run.Maybe it's because I like ... Posted by on Sun, 24 Aug 2008 13:25:00 GMT |
Words fit for dying. |
"Everything happens for a reason.""He/she has gone to a better place."I am going to try to make this really clear:
I don't believe you.No more, please! I feel with every recited word someone is tryin... Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 00:36:00 GMT |
Everything is alright if I just breath. |
I hold my breath when I walk up and down stairs.I reach the bottom of the stairs, and exhale. Then I come to the top of the stairs, and exhale again.It wasn't until today that I had even realized this... Posted by on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 20:31:00 GMT |
If my heart stops beating, it won't hurt this much. |
Hints of a relationship take form in odd ways.Ours was mountain dew and rockstars, condom wrappers and crossword puzzles. It was hidden shirts in mounds of clothes, half-burnt vanilla candles, and an ... Posted by on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 03:16:00 GMT |
I dont see what anyone can see, in anyone else. |
I am emotionally in debt to my body.Without thought or apprehension, I poured myself into one person for the last three years. Perhaps I continued to believe in the relationship because popular cultur... Posted by on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 03:05:00 GMT |
You're the most exhausting girl I ever knew. |
I spend an inordinate amount of time cataloging my memories by emotion. This is because the majority of my life is withered away being completely self-involved, or seeking solace in the late night sta... Posted by on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 22:20:00 GMT |