February 2011
January 2011
I love
when you kiss my forehead. It makes my toes hurt.
oh I wonder wonder
who wrote the book of love?
“One girl comes in and bats her lashes at you and you melt like warm nutella”
– the might boosh
i need
to be left alone
relationships
like the times when you don’t go to sleep because your reality is way better
this year
is a year of first. i can tell. being that i broke my first bone on the first of the year, i dunno if it’ll be good first or bad.