may i be weaved in your hair?

love, love, love.


love is a dress that you made, long to hide your knees.

The Spring and the Fall

In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The trees were black where the bark was wet.
I see them yet, in the spring of the year.
He broke me a bough of the blossoming peach
That was out of the way and hard to reach.

In the fall of the year, in the fall of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The rooks went up with a raucous trill.
I hear them still, in the fall of the year.
He laughed at all I dared to praise
And broke my heart, in little ways.

Year be spring or year be falling,
The bark will drip and the birds be calling.
There's much that's fine to see and hear
In the spring of a year, in the fall of a year.
'Tis not love's going hurt my days,
But that it went in little ways.

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

ya gotta give it to me.

i've got that ache down to an art.

sit alone in the dark and smoke yourself to sleep.

I’ve been absent lately in an attempt for forget all thoughts. Unsuccessful. You’re attracted to a tragedy. And with whiskey in hand, I attempt to tip the scales.

"Morocco. Seat by the window, please."

I love the way the bottle feels on my lips. I find more comfort in that than in you.

i believe in the courage of the broken hearts.

the hot and cold is wearing me down. i want nothing more than to hold the sunshine in my hands. to show the world just how bright you can shine. i see a different side of the sun, a side this spot on the map never sees. show me. show me. stop hiding your smile, and forget about the rain. you're up and full of life, but you always run away. you are night and day. and darlin', nights sure get lonely around here.










here is light in my lady's house
and there's none but some falling rain

ache.

"Give me liquor or give me death." -Patrick Henry

last dance, with Mary Jane.

well i don't know what i've been told, you never slow down, you never grow old.

too much wine, too little time

"Miss Penny Lane. Let me tell you what Rock and Roll will miss the day you truly retire."

i've waited for this day.

the number on matchbook is old and faded

my life is a record that never stops spinning.







saturday cannot get here fast enough.

side note

oh, and i'm working on the cure for HIV/AIDS.

i remember you painting sunflowers in your room.

"you are, you do what you do, and it's who you are, and I do love it. I do."


i love simple things like coloring, sunshine, and marijuana cigarettes. and sweet souls who steal my heart.


"i live for the tingle. the light and the tingle. and dance. and the dance."

le tournesol

school begins again, and this semester will test it all. physics 2, health & wellness, anatomy, and cancer biology. on top of working and studying for the MCAT. am i ready for this? oh, when did i get so old?

pick me up up up, and dance with me. parisian style.

love is a poor man's food.

"your tranquility passions my mind to fall into a beautiful slumber. I find myself wanting you throughout the day. just a touch. just the feel of when you breathe, and when you speak. my heart drops. I open. you open me. replacing my fears with strength; soft low bite to the lip, I drip, and we combine. I adore you. every part of you. even the part you have a hard time showing. the parts you keep away in a cage. Holding on to you is the most sculpted, energizing, adequate, and most devoting feeling. You come straight from soul. every lovely soul. To prevent sepsis, I refuse to hurt you."


















pull me in.

gone away from me, gone away from me.

things spin out of control quickly. i spin out of control quickly.

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