don't eff with my thorns

12:46 AM

Tina: when was the last time that I told you that you make me laugh hysterically sometimes?

me: why's that?

12:47 AM

Tina: I just got your twitter on my cell phone.

me: oh. hah! well, my stupid rose bush is new and already has a death wish.

Tina: ah, bummer

12:48 AM

when did you get a rose bush?

me: and it's freezing in my room with the window open!

saturday

i wanted to grow roses to put in my hair!

Tina: that is exciting.

that would be awesome!

me: it is! i already did saturday night.

Tina: ooo, it already has roses?

me: maybe the bush is unhappy with me and my scissors...

Tina: probably

12:49 AM

it is having revenge on you

me: yes 11 and 2 buds

Tina: are they very expensive?

me: 5 euros

12:50 AM

Tina: that isn't bad at all.

How big are the blossoms?

me: about 1.5-2 inches in diameter, little bastards!

let's fly to the moon, just for now

i don't believe anyone who thinks they've got it all figured out.

caught

i lied to you
about not updating this blog
while i'm in france
but you can read it anyway
if you want to

i'm warning you
though
that i'll only write
crap
here
and it's not that important
for you to read
but it's important
for me to write

love.

the art of finding oneself

i know where i am and
i keep waiting for myself to knock on my own door
toc toc toc!
even my onomatopoeia is in french
that must mean
i'm making progress

no one comes and
i'm standing myself up
on purpose because
i'm waiting for something
that i used to know

i am
i know how to be
i won't
act like i still need to figure that out

how can i look for myself in a place i've never been?
i don't really want to find myself
somewhere else
because i already know where i am
and i like it a lot

remember me i saw you on the tram

does that pop tab
that you've laced into your shoe
make you feel good?
i also notice
that you have two different shoelaces.
you remind me of someone
who has two different shoelaces
too.

I hate it when people post song lyrics.

Dear someone listening in the shadows,

I only talk to you sometimes. And though I ask for help in riddles, it is clearer in my mind, clearer in my mind.

Born of a sign that carries vessels, but in a month as cold as ice. I know I question things too quickly, but I have never questioned if I've loved, loved.

Dear someone watching from the shadows, I'm clenching water in my fists. The drops, they slip right through my fingers, but there's water on my lips, water on my lips.

Born of a sign that carries vessels, but in a month that brings just ice. I know I question things too quickly, but I've never wondered if I've loved, loved.

Dear someone watching from the shadows, you've seen me lose all the water from my hands. I'm not a skillful water carrier, but the raindrops keep falling on my head, falling on my head.

Born of a sign that carries water, but in a month that brings just ice. I'm not a skillful water carrier, but I've, learned to carry love, learned to carry love.

I'm not a skillful water carrier, but I've learned to carry love.

what's today, tuesday?

Here's the day you hoped would never come
Don’t feed me violence, just run with me
Through rows of speeding cars
The paper cuts, the cheating lovers
The coffee’s never strong enough
I know you think it’s more than just bad luck

There, there, baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC's of growing up
Now, now, darlin’
Oh don’t lose your head
'Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeah

Sleeping pills, no sleeping dogs lie never
Far enough away
Glistening in the cold sweat of guilt
I’ve watched you slowly winding down for years
You can’t keep on like this
Now is as bad a time as any

There, there, baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC's of growing up
Now, now, darlin’
Oh don’t kill yourself
'Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeah

It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It was a long time ago

It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It was a long time ago

There, there, baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC's of growing up
Now, now, darlin’
Oh don’t lose your head
'Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeah

There, there, baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC's of growing up
Now, now, darlin’
Oh, don’t kill yourself
'Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeah