if i were to place a bet.

it'd be that you haven't been back here since. but you most certainly have been there.

hello hello hello.

bullshit. bullshit. bullshit.

the things i do for love.

a couteaux tires.

garliclove.

street credz: knox photographics <3

"can you just love me and marry me then we can move to japan after it stops being radioactive?"

"yes! i'd love that!"

"send me a pic of you right now...send me one of you in bed"

"what made you want to marry me?"

"your dumb hat and freakishly large eyes. and your brain."

" :) you're lovely. night."

such a sweet exchange of words and i'm nowhere to be found in any of it.

snap out of it, you're not making any sense.

tit for tat

back to that

you reap what you sow

you give others your affections

i have no choice but to follow

call me peg leg.

in real news: i broke my foot.

in other news: why those pages don't have more of me, i don't understand and never will.

nights like saturday night, those are the times where you should see your true glimpse of us: no fears, nobody to impress, no chains to keep you tied up, just you, me and the moon. why do you let that feeling slip far away from you, when you're capable of spending hours and hours reveling in it? you can wander and meander, but i'll stay right there, in that moment, cuddled up with you in the grass.

steady my breathing.

sex.

nothing to say.

means words spent elsewhere.

all of my senses on overdrive.

the canvas can do miracles.

a boat. really?

It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.

mono no aware.

don't stand so.

i need to learn how to do this.

who cares what cowards think anyway.

oh well, right? too much apathy.