February 2012
101 posts
I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.
“We’ve all fallen for them.
Pricks are spontaneous, they’re unpredictable,...”
– Alex Goran / Up In The Air (via pseudoxerox) (via ventisette)
I like well-mannered boys.
I just find it really attractive when a guy can act mature/proper. I’m tired of perverted losers that don’t know how to treat or talk to a girl correctly; calling them hot or sexy and using inappropriate language towards them. I’m mostly searching for a gentleman that actually puts meaning into his sweet talk, making it more believable than it already may be. You know, just a guy who looks...
I've been trying to do it right. I've been living...
I’ve been sleeping in my bed.
You told me you were good at running away. Domestic life, it never suited you like a suitcase. You left with just the clothes on your back, you took the rest when you took the map.
Yes, there are times we live for somebody else. Your father died and you decided to live it for yourself you felt, you just felt it was time. And I’m glad, cause you with cats, that’s just not right
This is what Stoli and I could use in our life. →
I feel this song in my bones.
These are the moments I live for.
I am in a weird mood.
Listening to music, watching Eastbound and down, drinking beer, planning the road trip. Thinking about sex. Thinking about leaving, moving. But mostly about sex.
I’ve met a lot of really cool new people. I like working as much as I do. I’m excited about the money.
I love where I am at in life. So much to look forward to. So much already done. An open book.
I can’t wait to...
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