I miss my little skeleton baby.

I should clean my room and do some laundry and maybe eat something but, no.

Found the perfect tree..So much for going smaller this year :-)

Wing man.

November 20, 2012

There are just some people that you just fit with, and for me, you're one of them.

I quite like you.

I don't like when you have bad days. I just want to hold you in my arms and make the world and your worries melt away.

November 16, 2012

I may be fickle and distant and quiet and harsh and volatile like winter in January. I'll go into my mind and never come out for days, but there is this space in my head that I've created just for you. I'll keep you safe and warm and locked up tight.

I wrote this for you.

I love how we can talk about creepy rodents like rats and bats and squirrels and how stupid we both thing organized religion is and how we're gonna start our own cults and plan out our scare tactics. I love how you always wish me a good night. I want your voice to always be the last before I close my eyes to dream about unicorns. I love how we talk about shit, and not just the metaphorically speaking kind of shit but the literal kind of shit. I love how we both rant and rave about how shitty our jobs are. I love the way your hands move when you talk, so animated. I love the way you flick out your cigarette with your fingers and the way you hate throwing them on the ground. I love how you show me new music I've never heard of and I love that you're so excited about music, I'd never thought I'd find my musical soul mate. I love that you think I'm fucking rad and want to hang and cuddle and make out and shit. I love that you cook me dinner and let me talk about my periods so openly and buy me soup and grilled cheese and rub my belly when I have cramps. I love how we're so open. I just like it this way right now.

Frenchie can't get enough of my shit.

November.