January 2011
9 posts
hguone|enough.
my feet ache when i’m not moving, and swell like my heart when i am. i always thought my blood just flowed backwards, and now i know. i get excited when the conversation wanders, and i push one of my legs under the other at the knee to be more comfortable in the passengers seat. always a passenger, never a driver. always a brides made, never - a - fucking - bride. i’ve had so...
like clockwork.
i think of you as i’m rolling out of bed. on the drive to work. everything, all day, reminds me to think of you again. every night i come home, i’m disappointed by my empty bed and lack of your company. twenty four hours multiplies into miles, and the phone calls that make my bones ache dont hold me over any longer. when you’re six hours further into your night, looking up at the...
i&w.
ever feel so lonely its hard to breathe?
listen to “jezebel” by iron and wine with a candle burning, and no distractions. it will change your life.
my relentless recklessness when it comes to words...
i’ve always enjoyed not driving, it forces my introverted being to socialize with my friends and family, outside of the small talk we often use to coexist. hitching rides like ive been forced to occasionally also cures my lust for adventure, though i dont nessicarily look forward to that awkward moment where you have to tell some fourty year old buisness man “no thanks, my ride just...
thanks for the free drugs.
all too familiar. i hadnt seen you since i used you for the revenge i had always wanted since you broke my heart. but in my effort to be heartless, a part of me remained attached to that frustrating muscle, and with this being the case - i still felt guilty getting into your car a month or so later. we didnt talk about it, and when we stopped the car for gas, you never looked better than you did...
i'm sick of my sickness.
as much as disposable is up there in worst feelings to be given, im replacing people like faulty parts and tying my loose ends like nobody’s business. people tell you to be careful what bridges you burn, but maybe i dont want to. maybe ive spent my whole life being cautious and now i want to burn that god damn bridge. maybe i want to burn all of them, and if its meant to be, it will. if its...
you were young & man you were sad.
why does pretty feel cheap? and ugly is comfortable? for years i have chased vanity, poured pounds of makeup into my pores and glued on witty outfits so what is it about now that makes me feel at ease in my skin when its probably never looked worse? ive got feathers braided into my greasy hair, a swipe of mascara and my trademark red cheeks. in the worlds most unattractive granny panties, and an...