February 2012
January 2012
just for a little while.
if anyone were to dance with me to Otis Redding’s “These Arms of Mine”, Louis Armstrong’s “La Vie En Rose” or Etta Jame’s “At Last”
I might just fall irrevocably, fanatically, and irrationally in love with them.
Maybe even only for a little while.
especially if they knew how to ride motorcycle, and just so happened to be eloquent with a hint of mystique.
That would make me the happiest...
“‘For instance,’ [Meryl Streep] says, forking at a bread-crumbed oyster, ‘we are...”
– “Meryl Streep: Force of Nature,” Vogue (via holdingupaship)
the entire week every single week
monday: i
tuesday: want
wednesday: to
thursday: kill myself
friday: i want to kill myself a little bit less
saturday: thank u god for waking me up today this is a glorious day amen
sunday: im killing myself
i’m fuckin fat gonna die alone no one cares no one home
through the windows people see a little light of me
but they turn their backs to the close.
its alright it was meant to be
no no sir not for me
gonna be this way for a long time
unless I make the close.
i had the best day/night/till now
i’ll tell you more about it
i really like this perfect guy, but he doesn’t seem to like me back, or his signals are very confusing. He’s everything i’ve ever looked for.
hm.
overall though, i t w a s a m a z i n g.
