February 2011
111 posts
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January 2011
184 posts
dimensions of y(our) slumber
Watching you wake up and going back to sleep is my favorite recent
activity,
Being present watching when you dream,
kissing you in and out of reality,
Two pieces of red clothing holy fuck these are the things I dream of,
Sleepless nights, sleep filled mornings, and waking up way past noon,
I never wake up early unless I’m with you,
I want to play in bed and sing you songs in...
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boys or girls?
I like everybody, I like people, not genders.
stalk burger
after work is over, I think a lot about life, who is in mine, why I appreciate them, question if they really belong in my life, and the answers all usually point to yes, because now, no matter who is in my life, it is because I, yes ME, I, I want them to be there, and now nobody can ever take that away from me, I finally broke free of that evil spell and even if people do not like who I associate...
its only 4:51 a.m. wake up
watching the time pass and erase
because each moment spent calculates
the memories made,
hiiiiiiigh heels, throw me on your bed,
sing songs thats will be stuck in my head,
ohh baby love, ain’t love grand?
i havent got high in about a week, and
it may be because your thoughts, stares,
and words have
the highest potency,
i’m sooooo weak.
skype
is everything i’ve ever dreamed of.
“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow...”
– Pablo Picasso (via ohtoseewithmyowneyes)
No lust extra blush
You know happiness can come in all sorts of ways,
But it’s better when the unexpected takes over my brain.
