nice try.

you're not her,

so quit trying to be.

drunk.

Our hearts are drunk with a beauty our eyes could never see.
-George W. Russell

last tango in paris.

my childhood was made up of smells.

musty smells, the smell of walls and rooms.

children used to come and play in my jungle, all day long.

growing old is a crime.

interesting.

ooouhhh saahhhrrryyy....

more here.

dear mom,

did it hurt?
did you regret it when it was too late?
was it scary to not be in control of your own mind, or did you notice?
did you think of me? or ryan? or jordan?
is that you whispering you love me every night?
are you proud of me for getting up every morning even though you aren't here?
don't you wish you were here?
don't you miss me?


we all miss you.

Love,

Kristen.

in there.

i know you're the same person you've always been.

you're in there somewhere.

come visit.

lucky

am i, though?

what we make.

whatever it is, we make it interesting.

a beautiful mind.

a beautiful mind comes with a price.

this made my day.

as it seems.

we're never as happy as we look.

our stars.

this is what you do to me.

"it's times like these i wish you smoked."

"oh i'll smoke a cigarette with you. i'm depressed."

left alone.

maybe some things need to be left alone.

no pleasure.

No pleasure is comparable to the standing upon vantage-ground of truth.
- Francis Bacon.