Sometimes when I leave the house in a hurry, I grab a sock instead of a glove.
Nooot interchangeable. .
Typewriter Erotica, c. 1920s. Click for Source.
i am going nuts here
the beauty has lost it’s novelty,
until next year
just as the summer’s heat
once your skin
flakes. i will think
again of snow.
for now fuck winter
it has to go.
BLAHHHHHHHHHH i just want to wear sneakers yanno.
maybe i just get bored.
The road dims everything, but the road itself. The pictures in your peripherals are pulled past the side windows as sloppy strokes of cityscape. People go to the road because they seek freedom, but here there are lines literally drawn on the concrete that dictate where you can be. Sure, you get the freedom of choice to turn right or left, or to switch lanes, but despite your decision there’s the same burger joint three miles north of here as there is in the city 627 miles southeast. With many same and similar names in-between. There’s the same cheating husband. There’s the same lonely teacher spending her evenings at pubs trying to numb her mid life crisis with vodka tonics and virgin minds. A realization of her solitude prompted by her own decision to place knowledge above all else, telling herself that books would be enough. The same over-paid-people-person-nut-job trying to manage some section of the economy and failing because he’s too aesthetically focused. The cities are filled with clones. The road will always lead somewhere and all the cities are the same, they are just in different states (of being).
Bayside Winter (acoustic)
when winter falls
next year, I’ll be holding on
to anything nailed down
as for being patient, with fate and all, it’s getting old.
and my mind is slowly changing
I’m calling all my oldest friends,
saying, “sorry for this mess we’re in”
Anonymous asked: Why is it hard to explain? Is there someone you're interested in? How do you know them?
sometimes i have little crushes, but i know they are not right. so i don’t think they even count at all. there’s a lustful speck of me in every part of my being and sometimes someone will trigger it, but just in one place, like emotional lust. or sexual. or whatever (hahahah what am i kidding about the second one),.
also nothing is to come of any slight romantic feelings i have towards any one right now. much of that, my own doing. i’m not upset by this. i’m realistic and will never settle.
also also it’s just not something i’d like not to go into detail to an anonymous being through the internet on my public page.
i just want it to be summer
i just want a lover
i just want to show
i just want to share
but right now it’s winter
and i’m hiding beneath
behind three locked doors
with a roaring mind
i cannot hear
beyond the tick of frozen time.
Anonymous asked: I find your writing fascinating and I think you're really pretty. Do you have a boyfriend? If not, is there anyone you have a crush on?
thank you very much :) and ahhah no i do not. the answer to the second question is hard to explain. i’ve tried to write it out on here three times and it sounds all over the place, so this is all i have to say.
i love the last sips of my tea, how extra honey settles at the bottom of the mug.
although the tea is gone, i am never sad. there is always more.
sugar is my vice.
my back is against the arm of the couch and chase elliot is laying there, purring anxiously at my ear, watching me eat my yogurt.
he loves that shit.
can’t wait to lick the container when i’m done with it.