June 2010
it's a place i'd like to be.
yesterday, sean and i went out to lunch with my grandparents. some thai restaurant in bloomingdale’s. sean opened his fortune cookie, smiled, and handed it to me. it read:
“stop searching forever. happiness is just next to you.”
it was one of the cutest happenstances ever. we also had the lucky number three in common. it’s just funny because we have this hand gesture with...
“me and nathan are blood brothers because one time we cut ourselves and touched...”
– sean
“I am sure u get a lot of messages!!! I am kinda new 2 this site n still working...”
– CASH96
classic as hell.
sean: we should go on a classic date saturday. a movie, milkshakes, and a walk on the beach.
me: that sure sounds keen!
sean: aw, golly. i sure would love to hold your hand, samantha.
me: i'm not that kind of girl, russell.
what the hell is wrong with us?
welcome home.
sleep don’t visit, so i choke on sun and the days blur into one and the backs of my eyes hum with things i’ve never done sheets are swaying from an old clothesline like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass was never much but we made the most welcome home ships are launching from my chest some have names but most do not if you find one, please let me know what piece...
fuck new york?
fuck new york.
