i was drunk
on beer and
Art and Paul
sang their chorus
as i slept
i could taste your tears
and all my fear
with the drapes
of crumpled sheets
fingers crossed that next week is full of thunderstorms.
i flicked and lit
that led my thoughts
i traced the twine
along a trail
feels like one of those night that i’m going to be up ridiculously late for no reason.
or actually just because i keep on making up reasons to stay up where i won’t be able to sleep until i finish them.
1) clean my apartment including
washing dishes, cleaning countertops/ mirrors, folding laundry, organizing bookshelf, organizing cupboards
2) keep reading The People Look Like Flowers at Last until i find the perfect line for tonight. perfect like, i know it when i read it, but i don’t really know what i’m looking for
3) paint my toenails emerald green
4) do some jumping jacks
5) smoke (two?) cigarettes
6) memorize at least five burger combinations
7) watch the last episode of season 3 of Breaking Bad
wah wah whatever. i like the world at night.
Anonymous asked: omg naked?
i really need to sign up for candy rehab.
i’ve developed a dangerous addiction to swedish berries.
Is the passion all gone?
Or is it still newly wed?
If all this heat is doing is making us stick to the bed
Then there is no life to revive.
But if the hunger is still there, buried somewhere inside
Covered up by the boredom we’ve been trying to hide
Then dig it up and devour
And it will be more like a song
And less like it’s math
If you pull on my hair, and bite me like that.
Bright Eyes Big Old House
I sat on the windowsill
Leaning out on the breeze
Do I dwell in memories
Or let them be?
i really love all the guys at my new job.
everyone is so funny. and they aren’t douchey ‘bro’ guys.
today my kitchen manager told me about how he loves to draw said that i am ‘part of the family’ now.