Sunday, April 22, 2012

                                                     on repeat for six hours today.

Sunday, March 25, 2012


these arms are mine

and i suppose these temporary moments will tire easily; slipping my fingers through the liquidity of it so lazily. i still don't understand it. i don't think i ever will, really. but we're trudging along, trying to figure it out. we are always trying. don't we get points for effort?

but my god, girl. aren't you the little desperate one?
transference is such a bitch.

southern russia never seemed like a good place to go to, anyway.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Thursday, February 23, 2012

lover's spit.

i'm going to close my eyes and pretend everything that happened in the last month and a half didn't. that's grown-up, right?

Saturday, February 4, 2012

September 2005

I miss her.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

you and me, babe.
how 'bout it?

Friday, January 27, 2012

not soon but now.