graceland

that night
i was drunk
on beer and
Art and Paul
sang their chorus 
as i slept 
i could taste your tears
and all my fear
of waking
with the drapes 
drawn back
baring
your bed
a stage
of crumpled sheets
for all 
to see
where you 
had left
a mess
of me. 

We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.

fingers crossed that next week is full of thunderstorms.  

i flicked and lit
the string
to flames
that led my thoughts
to you.
silly me,
i traced the twine
along a trail 
of quartz. 
 

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?



……..but no. 

post messy bun hair. gets a little crazy up in hurr. 

post messy bun hair. gets a little crazy up in hurr. 

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?

roundsburgers:


“Mmmhmm. This is a tasty burger.”

roundsburgers:

“Mmmhmm. This is a tasty burger.”

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.

hehe <3 

ewwoiiwwooogym. work. burgers. friends. good day. 

ewwoiiwwooo

gym. work. burgers. friends. good day.