geography.
i can’t stop thinking about the things you said. and the things we did. and how hard my touch makes you tremble. the pull is so intense we just stop and breathe. and collect ourselves.
afterwards…most of the time…it’s easy to blow off. i think you’re a collector. you say you aren’t. you say you need me. me specifically. you say i make you want things you were okay with not having. you say the things you say and you live where you live and you are who you are (regardless of how many times you apologize for the pain with the same words) so i try to let go.
i know it isn’t real, but it’s fun to pretend it is in the moment. i want to let go and love you. but i’m afraid i don’t even know you.
Posted May 23, 2012 at 4:14am
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incendiary love lost.
who knew that the moment i was the most human, the most vulnerable, the most honest, you’d show that you truly are a collector of things. of false experiences. and to think i actually considered letting you love me…
Posted April 2, 2012 at 9:52pm
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super inspired @ the workshop. gonna’ go back and do 73 more classes. (want to take soooo many!)
Posted March 23, 2012 at 12:41am
Posted February 12, 2012 at 1:07pm
so i’ve been making things. and neat ideas come to me all day and all night long…and i can keep churning out this new line of postcards/cards/posters/tees that i’m working on. and i’ve suppressed these ideas for all sorts of silly excuse-y reasons. and i’m not going to anymore. and i’m going to see how that works for me. i think it’s gonna’ be rad.
Posted February 4, 2012 at 12:04am
