February 2012
120 posts
“I think you instilled in me the love of color. I can no longer stand white walls.”
—Trudie (via theresajeannesomething)
also, my lips taste like cinnamon
you were never as big as texas
I sucked on your wound, spitting out aged poisons that coated my lips red the way you told me you liked them over a beer. I danced for you, dressed in your sweat, whispering tender shadows while your hand dragged decay down my thigh. You always paid me in probably’s.
but now it’s over, and i am o-k without you.
potato chip, raisin bread, peanut butter, hummus, burrito, guacamole, regular bread, three sips of an orange soda, bagel bites, popcorn and m&m's, hash browns, eggs
gym? GYM?! ahhhhhhhhh
can't help but to conflate waiting with wasting
sacrifice hope of passion for immediate security — there could be worse trade-offs.
beer, sparklers, happy meals, friend
i would like these things in summer
