This is how I feel.

i want to sleep with you. i dont mean have sex. i mean sleep. together. under my blankets. in my bed. with me lying on your chest and your arms around me. with the window cracked. so its chilly and we have to cuddle closer. no talking. just sleepy, silence.

A new tattoo should make me feel better, right?

I hate how you can never fully prepare yourself for loss. You know that it's coming, and in that knowing, you try to tell yourself that you're prepared and that knowing that it's coming, will make it hurt less.

It doesn't.

It hurts a lot, and there's a giant hole in my heart.

In the great green room there was a telephone and a red balloon
and a picture of the cow jumping over the moon

and there were three little bears, sitting on chairs

and two little kittens and a pair of mittens

and a little toy house and a young mouse

and a comb and a brush and bowl full of mush

and a quiet old lady who was whispering "hush"

Goodnight room

goodnight moon

goodnight cow jumping over the moon

goodnight light and the red balloon

goodnight bears goodnight chairs

goodnight kittens goodnight mittens

goodnight clocks and goodnight socks

goodnight little house and goodnight mouse

goodnight comb and goodnight brush

goodnight nobody goodnight mush

and goodnight to the old lady whispering "hush"

goodnight stars, goodnight air

goodnight noises everywhere.

I definitely do not recommend slipping in the mud and turning your ankle. Definitely do not.

Right now,


and maybe ...





I'll have to settle for this though.