January 2011
134 posts
December 2010
65 posts
it’s us in the new year
standing alone at the top of the stairs
i’m leaving home so shove off
My generation, faced as it grew with a choice between religious belief and existential despair, chose marijuana. Now we are in our Cabernet stage.
you are too good to be true
we’re meant to be. you need to realize that.
“”
—I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Every time you post something melancholy I just want to hug you for two hundred hours until you feel better. You are loved.
I wish you would hug me for two hundred hours, whoever you are. Thank you.
