His fantasy.

I hope they kill each other. I hope a little part of them dies when they touch. I hope they get consumed by their diseased relationship, a bacteria that thrives in their sick love.

Sometimes love comes around.

Killer week is almost over :)

I've never been THIS excited about christmas!!!!!!

And it knocks you down, just get back up when it knocks you down.

One more shot through the dark.

Babe, honeybums, my hottest girl in the world, we've all been in that hoodie you're raving about. Smell it, take a big whiff. Can't you sniff out the lies? It's almost freakin public property. But dang, it makes you feel so special, don't it?

Chuckles.

You're such a dork.

Dear B,

In this letter to no one, I just want to say thank you in advance, for allowing me to be myself, for thinking the sun shines out of my ass, for being someone I can trust completely. You forced me to sit up and realize that this is nothing I can't deal with, unknowingly you gave me strength to be stronger, unknowingly, you changed everything. The way I see people, the way I think about things, the way I am now so full of hope and anticipation because it just keeps getting better.

You're the cheese to my macaroni.

Forever and always,
T

Flinging daggers with my eyes,

Inhale, exhale.

I really love my room and I wish I could share it with you. I think you'd like it because although it's a mess 94.7% of the time, the air is always fresh, and my bed's super comfy. Especially now, when the overcast sky threatens, the chill enters through the windows and you can smell the forest's anticipation outside. It's going to pour and when it does, we shall snuggle under my sheets, push whatever papers that are on my bed to the floor, and just listen to the rain wreak havoc. I think you'd like my room cause there's space for us to just be together, no pressure to be anything else. We can talk, or make plans, or share our fears. We could listen to some music in silence, we could share a cup of warm milo, we could just sleep, for awhile. We could just hold each other, you know, and memorize each other's smell. And we'd be so content and unhurried. I think you'd really like my room because when you're here, time would standstill just for us. And there would be no need for us to be anywhere, at anytime, but here and now.

Sweet Pea

tingly :)