January 2012
highwayaisle:
(29)
I will die on a day like today.
The rain will come in bellows and then faintly, misting over my collar like a lover’s sleeping breath.
And I’ll be found laying across my porch with the stars spelling out my epitaph and a note with smudged ink attached to my chest that the rain had read and stolen away.
When you're on the ferris wheel..
Your friend shakes it:
& you’re like:
It sucks when you're ignored by the one person...
i think part of me will always be waiting for you.
SO many girls want a guy to save them. A man did...
December 2011
November 2011
