Dear future love…

I don’t just want to date you, I want to love you.
I want my heart to break for what breaks yours.
I want you to find shelter in the warmth of my breast,
let the rising and falling of my chest, with every breath be a reassurance of my love.

I don’t just want to undress you.
I want to shed the coarse, outer layer that hides the truthful softness and beauty that resides inside.  
Past the layers of tissue that wrap you like an infant. 
Past your ribs that house your heart pumping cascades of life through your veins, where your heart sits like a bird in a cage. 

I don’t just want to fuck you
I want your body and my body to be intertwined like the strands of a vine
I want to lose the definition of where your skin ends and mine begins. 
I want to get so lost in the topography of your body, that not even a map, or a compass could help me find my way back. 

And I’m willing to wait because like wine, love is better aged. 
The flavor is sweetened over time, and when un-corked for the first time and poured into a glass, the first sip will tickle the tongue like a jazz pianist tickles the keys. 

and to the beautiful black girl who’s tank I filled with gas and directed you out of the woods…

call me 

to the cute hippie chick who lost her hula hoop riding on the back of my scooter…

i hope our paths cross again soon.

listening to phish live @ msg and doing music theory in the library is doing wonderful things for my state of mind. 

today is a good day. 

life is strange some times…

My good neighborhood friend from when I was in junior high and High School passed away in September from a coma brought on from a severe car accident, and I just found out about this today through facebook.

We found each other through mutual alienation from our fellow class mates, and remained good friends through that alienation. We had lost touch after a while, when “real life” started setting in after High school. Now he is gone and I’ll never get to tell him how much I miss him. I feel so terrible, I just wish I had found out sooner. I could have at least prayed for his recovery, had I known about it, but now its too late.

God speed, dear brother. Shine on you crazy diamond. 

awe yeah, today is a good day…

I thought I was going to fail music theory for the semester, but my instructor just emailed me to let me know I’m 5 percentage points away from a D. It would be higher if I hadn’t let myself get so far behind on turning in assignments. 

This gives me hope.  

man, I would just really like

to make out with someone 

like right now 

lonely?

or just horny.

forever

drinking pinot grigio by myself and doing homework. 

meowftft:

Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen

(via lickystickypickywe)

A complete history of my sexual faliures. 

getting shit done…

I suck at it.

tumblr! this is the band I’ll be joining soon!