April 2011
March 2011
Serena your legs look like zucchini! Awh thanks dad
when did 12 yearolds become such whores? its kinda sad
I just had a hardcore nerdgasem like WOOOOAAAH
I Am
I’m searching for some kind of clarity. Some all revealing sign that will flash with finality. HERE. You belong here.
Maybe I’m not even looking for a place. Maybe I’m looking for a body. A self resilient being that says. HERE. I need you here. I want you here. I need to memorize the way your heart beats and they way your fingers bend.
I’m looking for someone to say- pour...
Going to go uke in the bathtub. No big deal
I really really want some cherry cola
Holy Shit →
Ideal
If I could have a house I would lay handkerchiefs on the floor to pretend they’re rugs. Except they’ll be handkerchiefs and they’ll catch all the fallen blessings that miss your nose. I would hang dream catchers in all the windows so my ambitions can never get out and I can constantly have my way with them
When there is nothing left to burn you have to set yourself on fire
I Take And I Take
I’ve got a secret. The other day when you left me alone in your room I used your chap stick and I never put it back. I thought about giving you one of my spare sticks from my purse but I have a strange obsession with chap stick. If it touches my lips its mine. Bitch. Plus I don’t have 97 cents to buy you a new chap stick at the gas station. And I don’t like spending more time...
Ramblin Ramblin Ramblin
Megan and I trolled on up to Hampden CT to see The Driftless Pony Club at The Space. The club/whatever it was, was amazing. I got to meet Craig(Weezy Waiter) and most of the rest of the band. Jeff the drummer talked to Megan and I for two hours no exaggeration. I still can’t figure out why he thought we were so interesting. Although when I talked to him the other night he said he had seen...
I don’t want to settle. I have to keep my head above water.
The sicilian girl is amazing
I Am Not A Song
Someone let me out
I’m craning my neck for one last glimpse of a retreating back
Get off my chest, drag me to my feet
All I can feel is the ground against my skin
It doesn’t feel like home anymore
Everything is shrinking away
My mouth is open against the key hole
I just need a little air
Or a spoon, so I can tunnel my way out
So I can find my jupiter
Naked Nerds →
You know you want to
You’re lucky I don’t ask her if you shake like you do for me
Best night of my life
I uploaded a YouTube video — Bad Love Poems: The Worst http://youtu.be/kqpzwR9YL6Q?a
i remember you pulling up the covers
sometimes i read my old tweets and wonder if someone else wrote that shit
What we do is the only thing that counts.
This is some kind of fucking nightmare right? Wake up wake up wake up wake up :(
ah yes. well. good.
ITS NOT ABOUT TINY ITS ABOUT LOVE ;]
Love paying my parents bills..
Oh i still smell like you.
watch out I be bitccccchin
My finger tips are peeling