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oh nola, how you break my heart while simultaneously band aiding it back together
louisiana, come go away with me. we’ll take the highway, i’ll see you in between. if i listened to my head, never would have come. spend two days without it, just the sleeping in the sun. day 2. and i, again, have no idea where to begin. my mind...
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heartbroken and still picky, and that’s just ok.
and it’s only doubts that we’re counting on fingers broken long ago. i read with every broken heart we should become more adventurous so after some time to myself, denial, and pure suppression of feelings i am back and ready to write. it’s funny that...
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breakable girls and boys
we are so fragile and our cracking bones make noise and we are just breakable girls and boys. so i am sitting on a plane listening to music that i am sure is about to kill me. i am about to lose it, and have no idea why. well, i have about seventy ideas. all...
