I feel like my world ended today. Nothing will be the same without her.
Just spent a few hours going through the photos of http://cariwayman.tumblr.com/ . It’s my solid opinion (as it has been for years) that she’s the best photographer ever. She makes the photographic soundtrack to my dreams. Thanks for all the hours of free entertainment, Cari.
(via cariwayman)
Running to you
Don’t think that I have Stockholm Syndrome
don’t think I have no fucking clue
I don’t love the bitch who left me
you must think my heart is torn in two
I don’t know what made her leave me
honestly I’m scared to know
somehow I fear the fault was mine
like I’m the one who made her go
I swear it’s not the thought of her
that holds me back from holding you
and I don’t want to pull her close
when I push you away
I’m just afraid that I’m the one
who fucked it up and now it’s done
and I can’t see the tears I cried
run down your face too
I’d rather run away than run you through
I’d rather die than let you feel the way I do
But now I’m done thinking
and I’m done holding out
you’ve been more than patient
you’re a whisper, not a shout
I won’t let her hold me back
from fully loving you
letting go was her fault
and it shouldn’t hurt you too
The change you’ll see
is me forgeting me
forgetting fear
and finally running free
And running to you.
In a fun turn of events, the bastard from the Fred Meyer found out where we were somehow (fucking small towns) and came on by for a visit.
I was cooking Stacy something up on the gas stove at the time, so I was standing out in the snow. I heard footsteps coming up from behind me in the snow quicker than they should have. I turned around just in time for him to catch me with a right hook.
He had on some kind of ring the size of a damn hub cap. I think it was a skull. Looked stupid as hell, but the ol’ boy could hit hard cause he knocked a tooth out. I almost swallowed the damn thing in the surprise of it all, but I spit it out.
I kinda fell back into the van. He reared back to hit me again, but I kinda dodged, and his foot slipped on the ice enough for me to knock him on his ass. We wrestled around a bit, but once he was down he was useless. Right about the time he got a nosebleed, his girlfriend (I assume) came running up and begging me not to hurt him. I didn’t want to, I just wanted him to quit, so I was more than happy to let her have him. I told her that he didn’t deserve her as she tried to help him up. I don’t get it, if he’s got a girlfriend (and she was a hell of a looker too, way out of his league) why was he hitting on (and putting pressure on) Stacy in the first place? Dumbass redneck.
Stacy kissed me like something out of a movie when I walked back in the van. She said I was “Hotter than sons of anarchy”. I’m not entirely sure what that means… but it sounded like a good thing. I should google it.
Anyways, fun day living.
I think we’ll move on out tomorrow. I’ll bet Big Bubba has friends.
I fucking love the six people who follow me.
Glad to see you can read about this story, even if no one else gives a shit. (I know you don’t either, it’s ok, it was for me, not you.)
Move along
brushed painted faces
war paint in nightclubs
soldiers in skirts
seeking paper and skin:
love
Move along
stained glass empire
saints driving sports cars
crafting ransom notes from holy books
give to get:
money
Move along
opinion polled actors
theives in high position
eat the young to gain the worship
spend the cash to win the victim:
power
Move along
fucked up poet writer
shoot darts at straw statues
think your words will start a fire
opinion pieces to inspire:
attention
A look at the car. She’s lookin’ pretty cozy stuck in the snow. A first for her.
We hung out a lot today, but we did take a drive down to the store. We got about ten packs of Snowballs (the Hostess snack) and a bunch of Twinkies ‘cause the rumor is they’re gonna quit making them. We went to Fred Meyer too, loaded up on winter clothes. Apparently Fred Meyer is the biggest thing around. In the parking lot, we ran into some guy driving a lifted truck, blaring country music, who thought it was cool to hit on Stacy. He saw me with her when we were in the parking lot, but he still thought it would be a good idea to try to hit on her in the grocery department while I was looking at music. He was forceful and wasn’t taking her obvious discomfort as a final answer.
I hope he enjoys the slashed tires. They should be really fun in the snow. :)
Snowed in. We’re in a town somewhere past where I’d ever been before. It’s beautiful.
We went out to make snow angels a few hours ago. Pure bliss.
We got cold, we went back inside, we warmed eachother up.
She fell asleep, her head on my chest. I can feel her heart beat.
This is love.
If you’ve never lived before, live now.
