she said... |
"But I don't want to try anymore, it hurts."I took a long breath because I knew what was coming. She didn't.I asked her if she laughed today.She said, "Yes."I asked her if she has a family that loves ...
Posted by on Sat, 03 May 2008 11:56:00 GMT |
you make everything come apart. |
"it seems to me that if you place music (and books, probably, and films, and plays, and anything that makes you feel) at the center of your being, then you can't afford to sort out your love life, sta...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 11:37:00 GMT |
you met me at a very strange time in my life |
I've forgotten so much,what it felt like back then, what we said to each other.but sometimes when I'm standing at the kitchen counter after dinnerand I look out the window at the darkthinking of nothi...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Dec 2007 11:39:00 GMT |
i want you. |
The Surface of Waterhas properties, tension, behaves differentlyfrom the rest of the water. If you fellonto it from a height, you would bounce.The surface would reject you, sayI'm a solid too -- we ca...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Aug 2007 18:52:00 GMT |
i've got a light to blind the vision of doubt |
sometimes i take surveys too seriously:12. Do you believe that you are a good boyfriend or girlfriend?i'm really laid back. i don't cling, i don't call a million times, i don't whine or cry or do anyt...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jul 2007 09:01:00 GMT |
mistakes aren't always regrets |
I hope that you are a disaster. I'm sorry, but I do. I hope that you are thunder and lightning. I hope you are a forest fire, I hope you kill the dead wood and burn off the rotting leaves. With the ca...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Jun 2007 23:49:00 GMT |
letters unsent. |
to me you will always be the boy who blocked his own shot. i can forget the bad but forget having any regret over the good. i'm willing to bet [accept] it was all a figment of my imagination, my own m...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 18:29:00 GMT |
the finest line divides a night well spent from a waste of time |
Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you readto the end just to find out who killed the cook.Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication.Not...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 20:23:00 GMT |
tell me baby, what's your story? |
i'm ready.i was having dinner with someone the other night (river dead christmas lights heat lamp breath like smoke drunk bitches) and he asked me to think of where we were a year ago from that moment...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Dec 2006 13:50:00 GMT |
you remind me of the babe. |
what babe?the babe with the power. the power of voodoo--who do? do what?remind me of the babe.hear all about this weekend here at my LJ.lots of pics. beware! (i have but one claw, but.)
Posted by on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 22:44:00 GMT |
