october twenty eighth at six thirty p.m.
if these are the best years of my life, i'd hate to live the worst ones

it ended with the tragic scrapings of your harsh words on the interior of a dirty bathroom door. i think that's how it went, close enough. i like that.

i suppose this is where i talk about the weather. meh.

just let me stay close.

(fire in the south, flooding in the north)

apr�s - vers l'avant

bout cinq...
ate pm - 2013-01-09
2012-12-02 - 2012-12-02
won a.m. - 2012-11-16
long cold nights - 2012-10-30
drowned dreams - 2012-10-30

lame