May 13, 2014
I feel like I should try writing some more sappy and angsty and trippy poetry. That's what's gotten attention previously, anyhow.
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I feel like I should try writing some more sappy and angsty and trippy poetry. That's what's gotten attention previously, anyhow.
(S)he smelled of candies violets and cinnamon incense, warm and sweet like home, fresh and wild like an unclaimed field.
(S)he smelled like clove cigarettes and Teaberry gum.
Theme change!
Hope you all don't mind it.
Day 3 without vivanse [[cue "Meds" by Placebo]] Fuck Whatever Probably not too late to take it But still Fuuuuuck
Losing faith Gaining faith Humanity's human.
Hormones, interest, Peaking at night, as they should, Increase expletives.
Do I notice this person more now because said person is single? Did having a connection with someone else block this person out, then, when said person had said connection almost painfully severed, did I just suddenly start feeling and smelling and seeing everything about them in a new light? Golly, what is wrong with me? I sound so sappy. The fuck.