may his twitter rest in peace.
i thought you were a red star, rare and oh so far.
turns out you were just a plane, moving too fast.
to be bothered to stop and rest.
trey, i love you.
long horrible day. now at the wine bar alone. what a lonely time finals are.
i totally would have gone to the wine bar with you, but no time now….:(
yes, i will. pretty much all of it unless i get a cheap ticket to raleigh to visit my sister.
when i say: I hate you right now
it means: why are you doing this to yourself?
when you say: we’re not having sex
and i say: yeah, that’s fine. i don’t want sex from you
what i meant was: i want something more
maybe one day you’ll understand the language of my heart.
right now you’re getting half the words.
and none of the important ones.
i want you, not sex with you.
i wish i had time to do art; it used to give back as much as it took.