Tuesday, March 23, 2010
and she eats nutella
she's amazing.
her photographs will take your breath away.
her mix tapes can put to shame a soundtrack.
her nails are always covered with paint.
she's ok with you spilling your glass of orange juice on your lap
and she wont turn down a good live show
her kitty has the most unique name, and is always over fed.
she'll notice which sentences don't have punctuation
living out of a suitcase, she loves the ocean
she's been to egypt and longs to live in toronto
a sparrow covers to left foot
and she eats nutella.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Car troubles x a hundred
Domestic disturbance
Being failed a month before commencement
Work, per usual. Per insanity.
If you cant say something nice, don’t say anything at all…
So all I’ll say,
Is…
Kitten kisses and puppy breath. Wet grass, sandy beaches, the sound of the waves, the smell of lemonade, granite, pop rock identification.
Sleeping in, sleeping around.
A week without shaving. Pancakes. Chocolate chip pancakes. Strawberries atop. Puppy dreams. Champagne. Toasts. Music. Music. Music.
Fresh breath. The smell of a new book. Tulips. Iphone. Blue eyes. Brown. Cupcakes. Originality. Fresh sheets. A warm bath. Bubbles and suds. Paint. Tiny toes. Cupcakes. Sunlight. Rainy days. Friendships.
And the beat goes on…
frosting, dyson, new socks, warm towels, fur, melodies. n.e.o.n.
Domestic disturbance
Being failed a month before commencement
Work, per usual. Per insanity.
If you cant say something nice, don’t say anything at all…
So all I’ll say,
Is…
Kitten kisses and puppy breath. Wet grass, sandy beaches, the sound of the waves, the smell of lemonade, granite, pop rock identification.
Sleeping in, sleeping around.
A week without shaving. Pancakes. Chocolate chip pancakes. Strawberries atop. Puppy dreams. Champagne. Toasts. Music. Music. Music.
Fresh breath. The smell of a new book. Tulips. Iphone. Blue eyes. Brown. Cupcakes. Originality. Fresh sheets. A warm bath. Bubbles and suds. Paint. Tiny toes. Cupcakes. Sunlight. Rainy days. Friendships.
And the beat goes on…
frosting, dyson, new socks, warm towels, fur, melodies. n.e.o.n.
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