…it’s much less stressful to tie a string around that spotlight and tug a little to make sure you never quite leave its warmth.
Category: love
between my ears
It’s all gone to hell.
Believe
There’s always a catch. Sometimes, it’s the fall.
SHE
…sharp teeth of an angel.
CLARIFY
I write what I feel, and I let it go.
Rightly So
There is mad, mad joy to be found.
dead me, dead you
This can’t bode well, can it?
bursting
Living in my head, it’s not such a bad thing.
YOU CAN’T SAY THAT, PT ∞
Not my personal Jesus.
i love you
Looks like rain…
