Sunday, December 20, 2009

"I want to be a librarian




I want to marry a janitor. I want to smoke crack on the highway. I want to go to prom. I want to eat cheese doodles in the car and wear a black hoodie sweatshirt. I want my car to break down at night. You and I will run into a haunted house and kiss for hours. I want to drink whiskey and watch a movie somewhere far away. I want to see the weather change when I drive. I always want to hear your voice in my house, I love that sound. I wish we were brother and sister trapped in an attic. I wish we were driving to Nebraska, we could make out in cornfields. I want to lick your arms that are all strong and sweaty because you have been digging and farming all day. I'll make you oatmeal and then we'll drive and drive. I want to go fishing and not talk for hours."


"We talked and cried and died and prayed and promised and fucked and smoked and held each other tight until the sun came up. I miss that. I miss the way he always woke up smiling. I miss the way we would fuck, sometimes while we were still asleep even. There was never any sleeping."


- "Dear Diary"

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Hey Friends

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Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Just when I thought that I couldn't love you ANY less - you ask me to marry you











*Name and profile picture have been changed to save the dignity of this poor sorry man, although with his last reply I'm thinking that maybe he doesn't deserve it. Maybe.