december eighteenth at eight p.m.
would the presence of junkies account for all these uneaten french fries?

i'm starting to think that everything in my life leading up to now was really meant to come about. i've always thought things happened for a reason, but it hasn't been until now that i've actually felt it.

there's this really good feeling in my bones right now that things are finally going as planned- that whatever i was searching for has suddenly become tangible, and it seems to keep the cold out.

yeah. i know. i'm guilty. i understand that. i knew it was wrong but i did it anyway. shit, why argue? i'm a fucking criminal.



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