February 2012
5 posts
January 2012
8 posts
December 2011
1 post
I’m starting to turn into that girl I hate listening to. The girl in my head who only comes out during lonely nights and cold mornings. The girl who wants to shoot any girl who thinks of you. The girl who beats herself up. But, baby to keep her caged, I think of you. I think of the way you danced with me in your own peculiar way even though you loathe dancing. I think of the fact that you...
November 2011
1 post
October 2011
2 posts
September 2011
2 posts
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August 2011
2 posts
5 tags
July 2011
18 posts
Fresh Ink.
When you jump into the pool, those few seconds before you hit the water and you realize you can’t take it back.
6 tags
I’m glad I have you. I’m glad I can call you in the middle of the night, and you don’t get mad that I woke you up. I’m glad you can see me cry and still want to be with me, ruined mascara and all. I’m glad I can lay in your arms, with my clothes on and be sure of mutual satisfaction. I’m glad that you trust me more than my parents do. I am glad you are mine and...
June 2011
16 posts
