Drink milk! And eat carrots! Eat lots of CARROTSSS: The Shortest Recorded Story Of Girl Cooties

He groaned. She giggled and burrowed her face into him.
"I just love everything!" She cried, for bliss was in the air.
"That's funny... I was feeling the exact opposite."
But only with a smile pressed upon his face.

He had been.
Infected.

Nostalgia...But not really.

"I will not be reduced to a bucket of mush!"
She told herself, in what seemed like eons ago.

Oh well,
I tilt back my eyes and smile.
And it seems as if I already have.

The reason I don't keep dates anymore.

"Every day brings a new memory of something we did a year ago.

A parade of unhappy anniversaries."

-Stargirl

I am aware. She told the moon to tell the stars.

One of those things you just know. One of those things I just know.
I will kiss him someday.
Honestly, I can't picture ending without it.
A condescending end to our even more condescending beginning.
And who knows, there is a perhaps...
...that I might like it.

My thoughts wander like Silk, and yours like Lions.

In the dark we will take off our clothes

They'lL be placing fingers through the nOtches in your spine

And when all is breaking eVerything that you could keep inside

Now your eyEs ain't moving now

They just lay there in their cloUds.

-NMH

It's on yours all the time. I had almost forgotten.

Oh, how I just Love the Smell of

Clean
Raw
Skin

The Rosetta Stone Forgot Something.

All these languages, this communication, could it be some kind of barrier?
It could be limiting us from having all these incredible abstract thoughts and ideas. It's like we've shut ourselves in another dimension, and there's no going back, for better or worse. Because now, we can't imagine anything without words. There has to be some sort of verbal translation for everything.
I wonder what prehistoric people thought in.

A Late Night Write & Noone Will Read It.

I am aware.
So strangely, and painfully aware

of how much you love.
And the measure of
which I love,
in return.
This aware startles me.

For the numbered statistic...
although I am unable to view it,

is so very lovely, and lovingly high.

YES.

"She looked at her own reflection and saw the round, black pupils and dark, generous lashes of a girl whose mind was full of deliciously wrong thoughts."

-The Luxe

C-c-c-crazzzyyyyy

oh i've done it.

i've mailed the mailmen.

Late night scrawlings that may have had some deep meaning...

Or maybe not.

When plan A got nothing, plan B had to be kittens. Oh the darlings.
Put on your little helmets, off to war with you now.

"My beloved monster and me, we go everywhere together wearing a raincoat that has four sleeves."
-E

Imagination.

I have listened to the rain, so many times before.
Not like now, now has a cricket.
The cricket loves his song.
His name is Isaac.

NothingReals&SomethingOlds

"No time is ever enough time,"
he says.

"Perhaps..." She began, her lips parting to let out a harmless sigh
"I do like having you in my mind." She breathes
then inhales the stale morning dew
clutching to the grass,

just a,
a little too early.

And a little too late.

I Hope So.

You once came to my house, and you and I shared a box of raw spaghetti. The habit seems to have stuck.
Maybe I have a little piece of everyone in the things I do.

terrible

i hate cloudy days.
for those are the days
i don't exist.
i am not relevant.

cause i have no shadow.