tristian

can a guy not love soft

natural beauty

super old digicam pics from my spring break trip to chattanooga :-)

the gentle wave of salt treads my cheek

flushed to the thought,

bitter of the memory;

taste of cheap beer to ease a child’s pain

and the overgrown womb

idk what this is but i feel badass

which means absolutely nothing

and now, to me,

he is nothing more than a fleeting memory

loser geek boy tries to write a stupid metaphor for life, i am grieving someone who was never mine

slightly blue

to let go or hold on to the idea of possibility, the fact there is none; i stand in oblivion

there is a now a time, a place where i find our hearts beat together and that my love does exist and i can find it with you

am i making you feel sick???¿¿¿