eighty wheighty

For some reason I fall for boys who can not write cursive.

Also, for the past week at my parents house I've been peeing in my moms garden because renovation guys scare me and I don't want to ask them to get out of the bathroom they are renovating so i can pee in there. That would just be weird. Gardens are a lot more natural setting.



Last night was my mad-European grandfather's 80th birthday celebration. My brother and I got wasted and I danced with the little kids, ate their chicken nuggets and disgraced my family, as per usual.

happy birthday, dedo

driving with charlie to the strip club

I've stopped taking my anti-anxiety pills and started doing a lot of cocaine this month. The other day I cried because I thought I had too many birthmarks on my arms. I am at my parents house for a few days because I need to feel loved and eat brie cheese and hang out with my dogs and let them lick my fingers. It's a good time to be alive, though. Something about leaves all feezing to death and the sun ceasing to shine sets my thoughts on fiyah.

osker + kyra

from the kisses at night, to the come downs in the morning. It's as reckless as it is romantic, and i wouldn't have it any other way.

you and I, my dear <3

a promise is a promise, but ohio is far away

she told him to grab a hold of her wrist, the one she wore the sun on. And on the count of three, with one foot planted deep in the salty surf, and the other in young love they threw their arms to the stars.

i'll always miss the boy with the famous name.

I'm sorry little blog

I am writing on a laptop who's screen I have to hold up to type, traveling through a state who's name I forget, with a heart I have to mend to move on. I'll be back soon with tales of the emerald coast.

I was just thinking of you, so I called

Nostalgia, my bitter little friend, come in for some tea.

Lets talk about it.

I left my home today

7 months

1 break in

4 electric souls

2 paint jobs

3 one-night stands

5 broken glasses

210 days

87 sleepless nights

100 hangovers

369 laughs

534 Bathurst.

Miss you, little house.