February 2010
57 posts
January 2010
10 posts
This stomach has been tied Into more knots than sailors know.
Waking in the dawn with you, Everything is grayscale. If I narrow my eyes enough, I can blur your face out of my vision. And if I drink some more, Your name can be erased out of my throat. Once you’ve left my bed, You’re smoke. A ghost that will never reappear. Yet no matter what I seem to do, I can’t forget those fingers that traced their memory on my back. If I could, I would...
Hahah This Was Absolutely Ridiculous
I was seriously cracking up the whole time.
“We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.”
– Kurt Vonnegut
