December 2009
2 posts
here, hear
And if we get beaten by this winter,
If we get strangled by regret, just
Let our love of life and tension
Gasp in sweet and stuttered breaths, and
Have them lay us in a basement,
Smash some bottles on the ground, and
Say we never knew the difference between the feeling and the sound.
three things
i feel like my best isn’t good enough. i feel like all the small things i do go unnoticed and i can only hope that i’m racking up some serious good karma.
my life kinda turned itself upside down tonight.
i don’t know where i would be without an awesome girlfriend, and awesome friends to talk me through things.
goodnight, tumbla.