i'm in the atlantic for sail atm, and i'm listening to french alt rock in between watch shifts, and i'm wearing the jacket that made him say i look like kurt cobain, and he lives in my head on loop today, bc he's so fucking fine i could actually die, and we kissed, and it's been two days since and i feel like the kissing was just a dream i had and i'd much prefer if it was, because -- does he know he's holding my entire heart in his hands? can i bear to let him hold it?
charlize - <33 it was not intended to be anything but vague venting, but i'm glad you found my writing beautiful, it made my lil heart go !!!
i do not know what this is about but fuckin hell it's written beautifully