June 2012
2 posts
you should be so fucking lucky.
May 2012
22 posts
i have to wash my hair
but it’s filled with all the particles of the life i left behind. it holds bits of the atlantic ocean, kisses from my best friends, the hands of lovers. olive oil and salt. my sweat, his sweat. beer. tears. air from across the united states, trapped within these strands.
the smallest things are the hardest, sometimes.
i don’t know how to appropriately like a boy.
two dates in on this one and it’s been so fun and nice to just talk and not get groped or whatnot and we’re talking more and more about more important things and
i just can’t seem to make a move. and it seems like he’s just kind of… waiting for me to do it.
drunktexted “i was intending to kiss you before...
lemme smang it.
siiiiiiiiiiiigh
crushing on boys
crushing hard on this fucking city
headed to hp lovecraft themed bar to see one-man freakshow/sideshow thing and listen to deathrock dj set
this is a first date
my date is a scientist that likes to ride bikes and work out
this is funny. portland u crazy
April 2012
70 posts
I let my hair down after work and it smells like you
i don’t even know if you were asleep when i left
i just couldn’t stay
staying means too much and now nothing is allowed to mean anything
you were all i wanted the whole time. all along. and you existing hurts me
i would’ve stayed if you’d have had me
and maybe you would’ve if i hadn’t been so silent
this fucking hurts
