clavicola: You’re only an echo to me.
As of Late
If it wasn’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all. Trying so badly to stay positive, but my self esteem is diminishing at an alarming rate. September will be better…
I want bare feet in the grass. Skinned knees and bug bites. Getting Lost in the woods and letting my imagination run with me. I pine for late night summer drives with the windows down, crickets and peepers as the soundtrack, a toast to our youth. I want to be oblivious again. Lost in oblivion again. I want simplicity, I want comfort, I want it all to make sense and have any sense of purpose...
Sneak to your bed, put salt in your wounds.
Drew Rayann: I held onto you for so long →
drewrayann: So that I could feel something. Anything. My muse. You were. How I needed you. To complete me? Or to save me. And the lyrics came. Flooded my fingertips. And filled my lips as my voice found the courage to release them from the middle of everything that I am. Or ever thought I…
Let the only thing I love consume me. For that is the truest form of living that...– Anonymous
It’s plain to see now I wasn’t enough. I could never live up to those expectations, that’s just who I am. For awhile I was happy knowing I didn’t have to apologize for that anymore, but now it’s all so definite and obvious. After all this time it shouldn’t be a shock. It shouldn’t sting like this, but my heart has sunk and my confidence is up in...
Making All of These →
henryjerome asked: you won the internet yesterday. be there in october, have a pumpkinfest ale from beer works and a slice from bravo ready.