your iphone pocket-called me the other day.
you were walking.
i could hear your legs moving.
i was in your pants, after all, with the phone.
swip swip. swip swip. swip swip.
very rhythmic. soothing.
i listened in for a while.
i was hoping for a scrap of inappropriate conversation.
i like to overhear things that hurt me.
i got nothing.
just legs.
you were just going somewhere.
Tag: brian ferry
fail better.
i am,
at least,
master of
my own downfall.
wow! no.
you want
what you want
when you want it.
heaven forbid we get mad at you, ever.
heaven forbid you get your shit together.
$ in the bank.
if you
remember me
then i don’t care
if everyone else
forgets.
haruki murakami
full sun.
since
the thing
perhaps is
to eat flowers
and not to be afraid.
crescent moon theory.
“ to change one’s life:
1...start immediately.
2...do it flamboyantly.
3...no exceptions. ”
.
ps – i’m already missing this flamboyantly life changing young lady (mad ♥).
.
tumblrs to tomorrow.
.
orientation:
“just get him to tomorrow.”
i lasted one year.
.
survival kit:
texts from hillary
animals talking in all caps
what should we call me
.