August 2012
Shake The Dust
Shake The Dust
This is for the fat girls. This is for the little brothers. This is for the school-yard wimps, this is for the childhood bullies who tormented them. This is for the former prom queen, this is for the milk-crate ball players. This is for the nighttime cereal eaters and for the retired, elderly Wal-Mart store front door greeters. Shake the dust. This is for the benches and the...
TWLOHA
To Write Love On Her Arms
Pedro the Lion is loud in the speakers, and the city waits just outside our open windows. She sits and sings, legs crossed in the passenger seat, her pretty voice hiding in the volume. Music is a safe place and Pedro is her favorite. It hits me that she won’t see this skyline for several weeks, and we will be without her. I lean forward, knowing this will be...
jackcomestumblingafter:
ruthlessbliss:
I don’t like liking people, it always just makes me sad.
Amen.
July 2012
My favorite thing is trying to make conversation...
“It is very sad to me that some people are so intent on leaving their mark on the...”
– John Green (via tyleroakley)
