always, first times.

such a perfect perfect day. even ends with me being handed the exact piece of clothing i need the instant i reach into my whirlpool of a wardrobe. yes, that's more of a miracle than anything preceding it, but thank god for the rest too.


:)

Mainstream killed me

   

evidently, i got high and felt like a cheesy pop song today.

 

Last time I saw people resting their heads on others' shoulders and elsewhere, saying oh my god its been ages, its been true.The shape your shoulder makes to this other person's head.And you know there's only one other person, holding this horrible spot that hits your boil but you know exactly what you're doing holding them in there, though you don't know what you're doing. Ok bye,you say then.It is love.

It is Sneha.

My cities turn blue

and are failing without you

WHEN THE SUN DROOLS OVER THE FOREST

THIS IS MY DAD I SWEAR HE'S SO COOL HE HANDED ME MY FIRST JOINT.


BUT OTHERWISE TOO, HE'S PRETTY COOL HE MAKES ME HAPPY AND ALL DETERMINED TO TAKE MORE SHOWERS AT RANDOM HOURS.

HE: DO YOU KNOW SOANDSO?
ME: ER, NO
HE (AFTER A 3456527 SECOND LONG STARE AT ME): DUDE, GET SOME FUCKING CONTACTS MAN.

HALF AN HOUR LATER

HE: SHIP OPEN YOUR FUCKING GLASSES
ME: (IDOESSO) OK?
HE: GET SOME FUCKING CONTACTS MAN, IM TELLING YOU.