i just remembered what your soul looks like.

she covers her lover..

fuck you and your ability to forget me

welcome to the i don't care club

well, i have.

you think you're so much older and wiser than me. as if i haven't been through shit and magic and fall outs.

blogs are the best kind of freedom

if paper magic were suburbs there'd be urban sprawl all over my bedroom. cardboard mixtapes and hospital bracelets and little cars and magic paper boats that keep me believing... i'm sitting on the floor. surrounded. it's all spread out around me. i'm not moving from the middle of it all.
it was just like our rooms.

there's no one else like you.
but me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pz5H3iVjAlw

but you can set sail to the
west
if
you
want
to .....

so many songs are laced with you

electric guitar...

i've been watching your countdown
i bet you're so excited
i wish i could call you and tell you how excited i am for you. and that our moments are still safe somewhere in time. and that i miss just driving.

txt 1:

ugh why did we meet? now, anyways? if its just retarded. i wish i lived in amsterdam. and we could be penpals. and i could write you love letters on paper airplanes cause we're be so far, it would be safe.

txt 2:

ok then ill just put up with you and stop being so sentivite
we rock in person xo.

please don't go back on your words

her: hi

me: heart thud

her: is that a good thing or a bad thing?

me: uh. a good thing i guess. it's like a heart skip. but instead it's a thud.

i'm a mess
confused overwhelmed
wishing things could mean less and no one expected me to be however. to SAY certain things. to give them full attention over and over... i'm all over the place. the second you expect something out of me i'll do the opposite. get over it. i don't make promises i can't keep. don't fall for me, please. i won't fall back. My heart is in so many people's chests.


You mean so much. it would be such a shame to lose each other.

it would be so sad.

either be a distraction or a friend. or both.

JONAH
[ casanova-bleu ]
august; he used to be so little

i think about you every time i hear this song:

... and we're miles from ordinary
where bright lights can steal our stars

and now we don't talk

you left marks on me...

i could be your butterfly,
just don't hold me to close or tight or you'll crush me.

butterflies are fragile and free...

sometimes i just feel like no one's on my side...
like people are playing tricks on me and laughing
that's exaclty how it feels
like they're trying to get a reaction out of me because its fun... and inside my heart is exploding. and i'm looking at them with these wide open eyes screaming things at them, like "i loved you" and "don't disappear on me" and they don't see a thing.

put up with me

no one ever does

don't breathe

thinking that if we were rain, i was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

dads can be so heartbreaking. how could anyone ever hurt you? sometimes i think you should have been a princess.

brothers
step brothers

i can't stop staring at you dance. honestly, its the best thing i've ever seen. it makes me stop breathing.

i keep listening to this stupid song on repeat. you're easy. please don't become complicated; you'll lose me.

good night

i had the worst dream about you last night
i can't even say it
i woke up so dazed and confused...

i would.
you know i would.

i know you would.

i'll watch the night turn light blue (but it's not the same without you)...

get me cereal. i might kiss you if you get me cereal.

i wish i could shove you in a cereal box and send you to china as a shiny toy. some kid would appreciate you.

hahaha, fag.

uhhhh please stop filling my inbox because i can't recieve any more messages from you now.

5) " Your many texts behind... fucker. Put that in your blog. "

4) " You're a text behind, fucker. "

3) "good luck." i don't want it, thanks.

she told me, " fill yourself with new obsessions. "

2) "it's fine with me." i had to answer quick otherwise i might have broken down entirely. right then and there. right on the wet pavement. and then you would have known my secret.

i miss it

1) we should sit and have a heart to heart about how she stole pieces of both of us. and how she's breathtaking.

"that's the saddest thing i've ever heard."

we should talk
about stuff

blue things
and girls with boyfriends
and songwriters
and not about how everything fell apart, for very long

chances are, i'll forgive you.

don't talk to me. i'll just hear white-noise anyway.

body slam me

i'm seriously considering living vicariously through quotes of all the things you say. oh, and i don't even know you.

YOU ARE WASTING YOUR WHOLE LIFE TRYING TO SURVIVE

"Why do you underestimate my knowing?"

" But why do you underestimate it.
i could know just as much as you. "

we have never only been friends

this is how the earth was made

it began with light:
it floated into your room
golden
crept along the sheets
cupped your face
and what was left when it was gone
became fireflies
and then the heavens opened:
and with your head tilted backwards
droplets fell on lashes
and in an attept to be so beautiful,
the night stars began shining
time does not exist when you are in it
and with that the land was formed:
canyons in the cleft of your chin
lines drawn by fingers
across skin
blonde hairs become the grasslands
shapes form in the clouds
and all the rest are incomparable afterthoughts:
snow geese
shallow rivers
dragonflies...
smile and the earth is warmed

now take solace
in me.

i can handle it
i'm not as delicate inside as i could have been with you