Sorry. I really am.
It doesn’t feel like you say Like I’m the only
Short end of the stick
That girl. Sitting around. Waiting.
I miss that crazy laugh I had when I was with you. The world was ending every tomorrow. We spent every today laughing and kissing and holding.
A shrine of you. A shrine to you. A shrine of memories of you. Short lived. Long lived. It’s here.
I’ve got a crowded heart. Get out. Get out.
Regrets are a part of life. I can now safely say that I do regret things. Decisions. Turns of events. But c’est la vie!
To all of you whose birthday I still remember, but I no longer speak to… Happy birthday one last time. I am freeing you and your birthdays from my mind.
Oh, you fancy huh?
You’ll regret it.
I think once you figure things out, you die.
Boy, I haven’t been watching you like a hawk in the sky. I’ve been watching you like a couch potato on the couch, and you are my TV.
"...We really do get it right sometimes.” →
the a.l.a. mid-year conference is going on right now. i think i just thought of the only reason i would have chosen to get my mfa over my mlis. conferences and mingling. i don’t think, in fact, i’m pretty sure, grad students for studio arts don’t ever attend conferences. i’ve been to a couple crazy parties at cal-arts though (when luis was in grad school)… i’m...