december fifteenth at seven thirty p.m.
... and a voice was screaming: holy jesus! what are these goddamn animals?

my romanticism always gets in the way; pirates, cigarettes, fashion, drugs(opium), music, sad, emotional/family problems, fist fights/knife fights, crumpling under street lights, poetry, drunken slurs on answering machines, brown packages, soul mates, video games, hot breath meeting cold air, drinking wine, secrets, road trips, meaninglessness, writing, staying out late, breaking rules, stars.

i remember saying something like: "I feel a bit lightheaded. maybe you should drive..."

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