Monthly Archives: March 2014
you write narratives in a language i don’t understand. i attempt, but the amount of jargon and symbol and syntax, knitted together with laughter, intrigue me and confuddle me, and with every smile, crooked teeth caught in-between upturned lips, i … Continue reading
(Posting my reply as a reblog, since I got lazy and wanted to respond as quickly as I could) — The code to less lies: 1. Whoever said that crying is a worthless activity has clearly never had to face … Continue reading
oh, how painful it is to have loved first, and realize either one of two things: 1. he doesn’t love you back2. he loves you, but not in equal measure. the latter is more painful, because there could have been, … Continue reading
feels like the blank spaces between all of the stars and sea beneath feels like my breath, here everyday, caging my soul can’t fly away
six. eager and willing and curious. seven. you were amazing.
i’ll keep looking for what you call “empty touches.” it’s the only way i can delude myself into feeling loved.