You'll love as much as you allow yourself to love.
Keep your hands to yourself, and use your brain more than your penis. Please.
nobody speaks for you, if you remain silent.
It's okay if you feel like these are just words on a screen, and if that obscures the obscene from your mental regime than I cannot fault your resolve and try to topple your walls, if it's somethin strange in your neighborhood and you don't call Ghostbusters than I'm not sure we can really… Continue reading Eyes, Skies, Lies →
I meant to say, I love you, Mom. I was eleven and lying on the living room floor, and she was falling apart. Crying about life, about the difficulty dealing with my youngest brother. She poured out her heart, and then she had to go. "I love you," she sobbed. "Bye." The cold cruelty in… Continue reading What I Really Meant To Say →