I suppose you did break my heart.
Friday, February 28, 2014
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Scattered
"We still have time. I want to see you as badly as you do me. I just don't want to be sick when I do it."
Well, time's running out. And I don't think you'll ever want to see me as badly as I want to see you.
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I want to hold your hand in public. Yep, that was an actual thought that formed today, and I came very close to dashing my head against the wall--for all the good that would have done. An entire mini-album of us in various compromising positions? Been there, done that. A single memory of an intimate, non-sexual touch in public? No. How do I ask that of you? I'm typically allergic to PDA, but here I am, longing for something so...small. My chest gets tight when I consider the very real possibility of not seeing you at all this month. I'd do anything right now for a guarantee that I can say goodbye in person before you move on the first.
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I'm not going to miss this.
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I'm going to miss you.
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Thursday, February 13, 2014
Marietta, Ga
IP Address: 209.179.66.81
Who are you?
I remember every person to whom I've given this blog link. You, however, I can't seem to recall.
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Sunday, February 9, 2014
Playlist
1. Like a Star - Corinne Bailey Rae
2. Glory Box - Portishead
3. Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys
4. Weathered - Jane Weaver
5. Pink Matter (feat. Andre 3000) - Frank Ocean
6. Daisy - Brand New
7. Fantasy Man - The Swell Season
8. Volcano - Damien Rice
9. Night Diving - Thrice
10. One For the Road - Arctic Monkeys
Bonus: Fin - Pavement
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Sunday, February 2, 2014
Sigh
I'm going to spend the next 4 weeks oscillating between being okay with him moving away and not being okay with him moving away.
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In the end we're just too incompatible. My temperament's pretty much the opposite of his. But I knew it. I knew he felt something. You don't have that kind of intense sex with someone without feelings on both sides.
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Let this go. Let this go. Fucking let this go and be a healthy person dammit.
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The Talk
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A Text Message
He got the job in Tennessee. I suppose all that's left is to wait for him to tell me he's moving. Then we'll drop off contact, and can forget all about each other.
Yes. This should be what I want.
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