my man ran the half-marathon in 1:52. not too shabby. he’s a noble, adorable beast.
my boyfriend took a photo of me taking a picture. so meta.
creepy…
my dashboard making connections…
i shivered in the shower this morning. the water was warm but i didn’t feel it. maybe we should go back to bed. no worries babe, i bet it was nothing. i have to earn it, i cannot steal it. it’s funny how much money fills my head. the moon makes my money move. i mean, my money moves my mood. i shuddered under the sheets this evening. the wound was wet but i couldn’t heal it. turns out i’ve ripped my skin to shreds. don’t worry babe, i bet it was nothing. i have to hide it, i can’t reveal it. it’s funny too much money kills me dead. the moon makes me more money. i mean, my money makes me mean. it’s like a panic attack without any of the terror. no fear of anyone else but I can’t look in the mirror. it’s like a bad accident without any of the horror. at war with everyone else but I won’t follow a furor.
que magnifique
I haven’t done this in forever. Here’s a cover of a personal favorite. The Park by Feist.
ooh, boy… you my devilish harlequin :)
HOW HAVE I NOT SEEN THIS BEFORE
