July 2011
59 posts
I can’t seem to write. Anything. I thought I had gotten through the block of only being able to write about one thing. But now I can’t even write about that. Any words of weight pass only through my lips and seem useless, hanging around to remain incomplete and wrongly connotated. If they would just pass through fingertips, or a pen, or remain in my mind long enough, or were recorded, or…something. Maybe I’d be able to get it all out. Maybe I’d be able to throw them away. Maybe I’d be able to quit clouding myself, making it impossible to hear anything but anger or panic or whatever. Maybe then I could hear only the breaths I so love sharing.
When someone does a double-take and gives you that awkward ("oh, you're gay") look...
When your family/friends start bringing out the embarrassing stories...
Play
Biko
Bloc Party
“And the waves have taken you away.”
- Biko :: Bloc Party
I used to want the above image tattooed on the inside of my forearm. Who knows, maybe I’ll still get it.
Pretty sure you've always wanted to see me naked.. Well.. I'm feeling pretty adventurous today so go to datelink4[dot]com (switch [dot] with .) then sign up and find my profile under the username 'lolsummer69'. I hid my face in the pictures. but I want you to guess who I am and then hit me up on Facebook lol. Good luck.
hahahah WHAT THE HECK
When you walk into a room and people look at you like you've interrupted something...
