January 2010
11 posts
I’m on my way to the USA, so give me your address and I will send you the only white dove from New York City, and call out your zip code on the Grand Canyon. I know you don’t really read my letters. The very thought of not knowing the exact location of the room where we shared our last kiss will eventually kill me. Cause it wasn’t just any kiss. It wasn’t like a first kiss or a...
Sometimes,
mrofthemoon:
All you are in life is a street rat.
riff raff, street rat, i don’t buy that. if only they’d look closer. would they see a poor boy, no siree. they’d find out there’s so much more to me.
Listen
“when life gives you lemons, say fuck the lemons and bail.”
– forgetting sarah marshall
baby
i was running late for work, so i didn’t change my shirt. and the evenings drinks left a lingering taste in my mouth. and when i left you were fast asleep, tangled in the sheets. and on the bus i could have sworn it was all a dream, this didn’t happen to me. and then i felt the scrapes from the slippery subway grates. oh how you laughed at my complete lack of grace. but i could not...
now i do as i please and i lie through my teeth. someone might get hurt, but it won’t be me. she probably feels cheap but i just feel free and a little bit empty.
