for so i blame myself

lying to yourself doesn't make it any easier.

i suppose my heart's already been taken away but that isn't going to stop me from getting a heart attack before the end of the weekend. I'm no longer even close to being remotely aspirational to whatever remaining consistency there is between my words and what i do. i could be underestimating my head here.

and if you have a mind and it's thinking about watching Watchmen, don't do it.

this silence is killing me too....

dear God of a thousand names.

Please take me to London this summer.
I love you.

Thank You.

xoxo, little t <3

gotta get away from here

i find i can no longer manage. being in company or without. or even just being.
it is as if the only existing trace of my living importance is in this lonesome virtualism.
look, but i'm not even here.

this is a terrible condition with only enough room for one.
no place for co-existence. for faith for liking or even love.

makes my misery now feel like something out of an alaskan love song.

You hope for a thoughtful person who would come along to enable your delusions so that your pain could be briefly forgotten. but what would it make you?

my back hurts and i just want to cry.