not in a good place right now.
listening to Asleep by the Smiths and crying buckets.
bye bye
sing me to sleep
sing me to sleep
i’m tired and i want to go to bed
there is another world
there is a better world
well, there must be
well, there must be
well, there must be
well, there must be
well…..
Kazakhstan is the greatest country in the world
All other countries are run by little girls
Kazakhstan is number one exporter of potassium
Other Central Asian countries have inferior potassium
Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
this is the smoke i’m always breathin’
this is the soft voice of the evening
everytime i think
i remember a time when my body didn’t feel like whithered leaves.
it was a while ago, before you and i met
funny how the only things i can see played out in my head are
things that have already happened or things that have yet to happen…
nothing present.
thinking of you can either be the best or the worst thing:
the best because i know that when we touched i wasn’t thinking about anything
nothing at all
but now it’s turning into the worst because i can’t stop thinking about everything
i’m not sleeping tonight
because it’s better than going to bed alone
does anyone know of a place
where i can plant a garden? i’ve already staked out the cheapest seeds for the vegetables i want at Walmart. all i need now is a place… hopefully rich in soil with good sunshine.
