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I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you canβt see from the center.
Kurt Vonnegut (via mooneyedandglowing)
This is every bit of my life right now. No joke and completely literally.
"See, to your father, thereβs only two women: your motherβ¦ and everyone else."
Big Fish (2003) dir. Tim BurtonΒ

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These shirts are perfect to get any Buckeye fan ready for the big rivalry game in any sport. Also great for stocking stuffers. A quality
For all of my followers from Ohio, I'm starting a t-shirt business. This is my first design. Already for sale. Tell your friends. Contact [email protected]
There are people that want me to go out. But look, all my real friends gathered and want me to stay home...
Thanks for the follow!
Yeah, same you. Can't wait to read your work and work with you.
Keep Your Friends Close
I don't want to be friends! I can't be friends. Not with you. I can't sit by each day, that close to you, and not hold you. I can't watch your lips move to speak words of friendship and not kiss them. I can't see the cigarette burning between your fingertips without wanting to interlace them in mine. I can't see your legs in that dress and not want them tangled up with mine. And I sure as hell can't fall asleep in your bed without touching every inch of your body and hearing every sigh and moan of pleasure. So you can't ask me. Don't ask me to just be friends. Please

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If my heart was a steno pad it would be crumpled and crinkled. It would have little bits of ash and tobacco on it from the cigarettes I rolled and then smoked incessantly when you refused to talk to me. It would have words scribbled and scrawled, and more often than not, scratched out. Sometimes so violently it tore through the page. And the edges would be stained from a mixture of spilt coffee and the grime from my hands as I carried it everywhere I went, day after day.
But mostly, it would be beautiful. Not because it was mine, or my doing, but because it was yours. Each and every one of yours who contributed. Each of you who added a word, crossed one out, smoked with me, walked with me, thumbed through the pages adding your own smudges, or spilt that scalding cup of coffee. It would be that. It would be you.
If my heart was a steno pad.
Burnt
A fire like none Iβve ever known. Red like your hair. Cold like your heart.
The edges of my very being curled up and blackened. Crispy to the touch and crumbling at your very breath.
My very core is charred from your arson.
Counterproductivity
Itβs nights like these, after my 10 mile run, while Iβm smoking another cigarette and drinking my Dr Pepper that I think about us.
I think of all the times I tried to fix you and instead just made things worse. I think of how I made the wedge between us bigger and bigger and bigger until it spanned an entire nation.
As the smoke sits stagnant in the still, unbearably hot air without even the gentlest of breezes to blow away the damage I caused.
And so here I stand, cigarette in one hand and regrets in the other. Until I flick them both away and walk back inside, leaving more than just a butt behind.
A Valentines Day Poem: One Line
Is more than enough if it's from you.
The Difference Between Childhood and Adulthood Is Easy. You Just Find New Rhymes.
One, two, three, four I declare a thumb war. Five, six, seven, eight I can't deny this heartache.

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That Girl: A Love Story of Sorts (Part I)
"Some mornings I just wake up and I want to draw and write all over every inch of my body in sharpie or ball point pen or something, you know?" She stared at me in utter confusion. She didn't know. She had never lived this life. Instead, she had been handed every single thing she had ever wanted by her daddy. What did my father hand me? He handed me a picture book of his life and said "I have one request, Son. Do it better than me" She spent each night sleeping on plush and pillowtop with her latest dreams drifting around inside her head. She didn't understand what it was like to lay on the cold floor, with Iron and Wine playing, staring into the darkness at what I knew was a ceiling but couldn't see in the black. She couldn't stand road trips. She went on vacation to be pampered, not to be on an adventure. There was literally not a single thing that this girl understood about me, and yet she was madly in love with me. Why? I doubt highly it was my looks, and she certainly wasn't after my money. I guess it could have been the sex but that didn't seem too likely either. As she began to rant in response to my original statement, something about being out of touch with the world I think, I sat down slowly on the couch and began to think back over the last 2 years. Why me? Why her? Why us?
I'm a liar.
So I know I said one piece every day but honestly, even writing can't compete for my time with the week I just had. Colorado mountains with fresh powder and a new snowboard, friends I hadn't seen in years, new and artistic experiences... You just lost out internet world. But I'm back now, and maybe I'll make up for the few days I missed. Maybe.