Hi. c: fleetfoxes eisley
I felt the dizziness that three words bring and each time, they steal a piece of me and gnaw away at the small collection of faith I hold that promises everything will eventually ...
I began to cry Saturday evening. I cried until midnight. I wrote several letters but they never spelled out right.
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Three bars out of five and the word Sprint across the top, along with the time and battery life.
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • The roads are desolate and quiet, unlike the normal hum of the traffic in the city.
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • August 12, 2014 I run around my room and grab two back packs.
For my zombie-anxious friend, Izzy.
An aroma for Essence. Ear buds to hear a rhythm. Boxed readers to see my studies. Basal journal to protect secrets from staying home. An old cigarette case to hold my little inks.
You may be sad that you're waking up from a good dream but, if you would have kept sleeping, you know it would've turned into a nightmare..