Sunday, June 21, 2009

handless hearts.

places i want to move to.

I would say a good 80% of these places are improbable, but maybe someday it will happen.

  • London, England
  • Holland
  • Chicago, Illinois
  • Tokyo, Japan
  • Portland, Oregon
  • Washington, D.C
  • Madrid, Spain

Friday, June 19, 2009


I am a monster.

Thursday, June 18, 2009


This is why I curse you, do you realize that? This is why I refuse to believe in you. This is why I sound like a mad-man when I talk to you [myself].

Walking back to my car. Heavy feeling in my chest. My heart is in knots. It's made of stone. It's weak. Puttering out.

No hands. No touch. Head looking at the ground. Ashamed. Who am I? No. Who are you? Who are we? Lost in a sea of Bud Light. This couch seems very long now.

Can't go in that room. Memories. Not that one. Not that one, either. Everything makes my heart sink into my stomach.

"Stop it."

This is how it goes: I'll hang it in front of your face. I'll let it sit. But you won't ever reach it. Never. Maybe a taste, maybe a little bit. But never again. Never.

This is why I spite you, this is why I don't believe. Pain is pain is pain is pain. It's all the same, and it's all very real.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

this has been

The best summer ever.

Saturday, June 6, 2009