on repeat for six hours today.

velvet

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.

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?

September 2005

I miss her.

you and me, babe.
how 'bout it?

not soon but now.
please.