he won't say it, but I know he wants to. you can see it when we're kissing. or breathing. making the kind of eye contact only...
Showing posts with label Night. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Night. Show all posts
when you slam the door.
you use the term best friends but the only best in this friendship is the anxiety that's getting the best of me. the rest of it...
atmospheres.
Broken hearts have atmospheres. Broken hearts have atmospheres with stained stars, with milky ways the color of blood and const...
bedroom eyes
Anger |
Beauty |
College |
Eyes |
Fear |
Hipster |
Human |
Kissing |
Love |
Morning |
Night |
Poetry |
Story
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He's playing with my fears. He's got hands full of money, paying taxes on his compliments, and charging 100% of my interest...
valentine's day 2.0
Pink, like the blanket under my pillow. The cream cheese frosting he would twirl on the white-wood table, 1999, baby hands and bad aim....
backseat, 1am.
Beauty |
Color |
Friends |
Happy |
Holiday |
Journal |
Life |
Love |
Memories |
Night |
Rain |
Travel
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Nothing feels better than $100 on your sleeve and 6 friends to either side of you, a car full of windy hair and messy veins, und...
It hurt like
I heard your name tonight. It seemed to be rolling around on everyone's tongue. I could taste you, too, through the drive-thru w...
for girls with quiet lovers
you are his remote. his change-the-channel device, eating batteries to stay alive. you call yourself his right hand, but he misto...
he called me december
he said it suited me. all the gold streets and snowfalls. standing in a storm without hearing anything. he said beauty never need...
12 days of
1 is for the tree that you're stringing with last year's tragedies and cracked budgets. 2 is for the homemade ornament...
do you?
Happy |
High School |
Journal |
Kissing |
Love |
Memories |
Morning |
Night |
Rain |
Spring |
Story |
Summer
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do you remember the little mexican joint off Main Street? 40 minutes past curfew, when you turned March into summer and the secrets w...
sunday
I'm like monday morning's late breakfast, with the forgotten aftertaste of sunday's calm on your mouth still and a yearnin...
after hours
you had me 40 minutes past midnight on a long stretch of road that I wanted to become 60 minutes past and 100 minutes past and forever...
fireworks:
sound like gunshots but more beautiful than war. that's only proof that the things I love still scare me.
last words (for this phase in life)
Change |
College |
Color |
Different |
Fear |
Friends |
High School |
Journal |
Life |
Memories |
Night |
Summer |
Youth
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This is the last hour before I leave my insincerity. Before I turn into something less immature than a high school graduate and mor...
eternal/internal camping
Today I didn't want to leave. And I love to camp in the rain but the stars are more worth sitting by. We should've know...
drafts from January.
"He didn't want me but he didn't want me to forget him." pleasefindmehere This is for you and your jeans, the l...
sleeping (alone)
She came to my house because she knew it was dangerous to be in her own, girls get smart that way when they realize it helps to out-shed ...
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