When nature is not a fact
I am missing chai lattes and headbands and suede moccassins. I am missing Rogers Road and Cameron and Nick playing guitar and drinking whiskey by lantern light because the electricity was always turned off. I am missing white houses, not the song, not anything about the song, but the feeling. Tumbling too much. My boyfriend the lumberjack. I am missing plaid shirt crushes. I miss you.
One brick at a time
Perhaps the reason he tries to stay in touch is that he has finally realized I was the last person to waste a significant amount of time on him. And maybe….maybe he has realized there is a chance no one will ever waste time on him again. I hope that all of our grand plans happen. That we really will get a puppy and name her Yuengling. That we will make ourselves a home, somewhere. I know...
Similar to tricycles, summer, winter, autumn, spring, bruised knees, your first...– I Wrote This For You
The Ever-present Time Paradox
Tee Hee Hee Ryan: It's 3 here, 4 there
Tee Hee Hee Ryan: I'm in the future
tobehonestt: im confused
Tee Hee Hee Ryan: I'm saying hello to you from the future
Tee Hee Hee Ryan: So i think
Tee Hee Hee Ryan: that i am uh....
Tee Hee Hee Ryan: ummmmm
Tee Hee Hee Ryan: I'm confused my self
I miss you most at night and in the mornings. And all the hours in between.