January 2011
6 posts
i can’t write anymore. i can’t put words through fingertips anymore. there is nothing left, i took those words for granted and now i’m left staring at my hands. i can’t write anymore.
i haven’t had a lot to say lately. in the past month i have travelled europe and come home, packed up my belongings and moved back north. i was never a city girl. i was never any type of girl until i was yours. this indian summer is moving ant-slow. the heat drags the feeling out of all of us and paints the walls. i like living with you, i like our honest conversations in t.v light. both of...
December 2010
20 posts
it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. it’s such a line, but i can’t really think of anything else that sums up the year i’ve had. somehow i have survived it, but i can tell you that honestly there were times when i really thought that i wouldn’t. sometimes, im still surprised that i did. really, when it comes down to it, this year is summed up by three...