March 2012
February 2012
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but he’s so cool.
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I shook the rest of ‘em off my trail, found a place to hide. But now with you, I feel alone down here.
I don’t think I’ve kept to myself this much before. You caught me in action at quite an interesting time. It’s really not me.
I never sit with my arms crossed tight.
But my arms can pry open. Just try. I promise.
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Cherokee Rose.
I didn’t expect that. At all. I felt so comfortable. So comfortable with everything when it came to you. It all sprung out from roots. Roots that were consisted of a time when I fancied you. I became close. These roots tied me in. And eventually, when I got loose, I covered them up with dirt. But I know they’re still there. Because a rose can’t exist without em.
But I’ll...
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On the other section of my left brain:
Pizza pockets are good. Especially when you warm 2 up a bit longer than you’re supposed to. Why? Cause all the cheese n shit gets extra gooey. Well atleast, that’s what you aim for. I think today I over estimated these babies and put them in for too long. Over cooked. Over worked. Over done. On the bright side, they come in packages of four....
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