April 2013
1 post
November 2012
3 posts
September 2012
3 posts
““Think how you love me,” she whispered. “I don’t ask you to...”
– ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Magnetism
I just want to go.
August 2012
2 posts
“i’m in wisconsin
beautiful cliffs spy on me
clouds kiss their foreheads”
– Brendan Smith
May 2012
2 posts
April 2012
12 posts
March 2012
6 posts
“Be so good they can’t ignore you.”
– Steve Martin
Lauren Zuniga- Girl: Exploded →
February 2012
5 posts
i can't. i won't
pretend i don’t care.
what a terrible horrible waste of your soul.
“you. are the most beautiful development in my life. of my life. my life.”
January 2012
2 posts
sick bed
life is comprised of goodbyes. and then the time in-between the farewell and the reunion. which is called waiting. always waiting.
i’m sick. sick of the frosted trees and the ground without snow and pencils and tasks and my own stupid unenthusiasm. of being without a family and a home and the people i love who live not. with. me. these are typical feelings. the solution presents itself the...
December 2011
14 posts
“one. week.”
“Dear Windshield Wipers,
Can’t touch this.
Sincerely,
That Little...”
“yes. i want to kiss you on the nose. and eyes. you look like a girl who needs...”
– my beautiful boy
waiting waiting.
doing things that only savor of it;
waiting for something
that doesn’t feel like waiting.
waiting for something that actually
feels
feels
feels like doing.
the snowflakes are dancing through the air
and someone’s footsteps are immortalized in the sidewalk ice
