Saturday, September 22, 2012

"There's something about the way your lips curve with mine. Our bodies are like a ballet, every movement effortless. Like a river that leads to the ocean. Into the sky. I want to fly into the airwaves with you, disappear in your light. I want skin on skin, long talks, sitting in the grass somewhere. I want flowers in my hair. I want me and you and tomorrow to never come."










Saturday, September 8, 2012

I am a one man wrecking machine.
This is only the beginning of fake blood covered nights. Art school. It makes you weird.