December 2010
all day i think, think, think without speaking. then when i speak up, thoughtless.
oh my dog. i see the torn off limb that is my love...
i am watching Who Framed Roger Rabbit? and as the sashaying Jessica Rabbit is tied up with her hunny bunny Roger, i can’t help but think: if i had to get tied up, dangled, and left to my death with anyone - it’d be Caleb. i’d make him a carrot cake, too.
i feel like he’s been off at sea & i am his lonely love waiting for his return.. how trashy romance novel....
broken bells - the ghost inside →
i think i cut my hand off to afford christmas shopping today.
“i want to know - is there a possibility, is there any room in your heart for me?”
I'll give you $50 to just.. drive. →
I have a feeling I’ll be quoting George Clooney before I leave NYC.
“Musicians love and embrace there own misery, artists drink the essence and...”
– Kyle Shenk 