and she’s right.
not my words.
i hate Dream Girls.
a one night stand with my imagination.
ions inter-coursing axons.
affection only someone who knows you too well can give.
smiles made up with the make up of my mind.
a moment, no words,
lingers itself too long.
an embrace from behind
sitting on the floor.
knocked from my chair
to a face upside down.
rolled from the bed
to awaken in bed
they know me better than i know myself.
i hate Dream Girls,
for when I awake, I dream I visited their dreams,
but i know i’ve been in bed.
i’m so glad i didn’t fuck that up.
studying for tests sucks.
in some terms yes, the least concern.
but in others, most concern.
Move out of the way for my attractiveness guys.
Dear future self,
Just letting you know this Saturday’s weirdness was on par with the previous Saturdays. Last week Indians on horses in a canyon, this week one of the craziest first dates ever.
High five me.
today is a good day to ride bikes.
Carl Sagan and his keyboard.
Can anyone make out what company and make that synth is?
this reminds me of someone i know. they’ll appreciate this picture.
Son of William Tell