Thursday, March 31, 2011

Come on,
Dish it out.

I was a stolen canvas.
First by you, and then another.

You earned for yourself
A back, covered in the stickiness of

Fresh white paint,
Thrown against the wall

In my retrieving.
I was worth it then.

When we embraced you saw
I had been painted black

We became
The ying and yang of our conceptions.

But when you tell me things aren't going well

Do you care less than I do?
Who falls in love with royalty?
That is a [problem waiting to happen]

Monday, March 28, 2011

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Whoever said your heart was like a potato 
Couldn't have been more right.

Friday, March 25, 2011

La vita è andato avanti senza di te,
E la vita è dolce.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Sunday, March 20, 2011

March 20

Spring....
When you're melting
Feel free
  To melt me with you.










Thursday, March 17, 2011

Toast on the West Coast

"Only petty things stand in your way"
"Like school and money..."
"Those are only concepts really..."












Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

I sometimes wish this was a horror,
and the ghosts would become real again.

The way they were.






Inspiration from texting convo with Madlin'