December 2010
21 posts
attraction.
disorganized, scarred, frantic time bomb.
hope?
its like an ongoing escalator, anticipating the top but its not in sight.
congratulations, go home now.
– mr. green
figured
im a convenience, when am i a priority?
(this is not directed towards you)
laxin
first things first.
sandwich
i should’ve kept my pickle :/
table for one.
i guess we had a good run.
-_-
i couldn’t forget you if i tried.
something enough to make you double think.
thats all i want to be right now.
scared
so incomplete your stare is cold unlike anything I’ve ever seen, so incomplete your body is tired and falling apart at the seams.