Uhm.

I met a tramp last night. He has no home and he never has. He is beautiful and travels America. He plays music, the fiddle lately, to make money. He is from the south, his family left him for central America. He is 18, I met him originally two years ago on his own playing accordion at the corner at union. I want to hug him and kiss him and make him feel like he has a home. He wants to settle down one day on a farm with no electricity. That sounds like a beautiful plan. He wasn't interested, but I found him fascinating.

Sunshine

Its so sunny out! I wish I could spend another day letting the salt water waves lick at my toes. Far Rockaway, I wish you weren't so very far.

I like the taste of cigarettes on a boys breath.
I like the smell of salt water and the way the waves sound. 
I like the feeling of arms holding me tight, like they never want to let go.
I like talking about pirates and planning adventures I’ll most likely never take.
I like doing nothings with someones I would do anything for.
I like laughing and falling over myself with giggles and happiness.
I like dancing in subways to accordion players.
I like when you let me hold your hand like a child, because the two finger grip is what I like best.
I like the sunlight and when it pours in my window.
I like fresh flowers, the ones I have now have been neglected and are dead.
I like loving someone and having someone love me.


FNO was so much fun, i stole some boys underware and am now holding them hostage, Pickle juice is the perfect hang over cure.

Summer Time Blues

Last day in Wild Wood for the summer and I think I may actually start to miss it horribly. This summer was insane filled with lots of surfers and beers on the beach, smoking and listening to records until two in the morning, drinking alcohols from all over the world. It was one of the best summers of my life, and the fact that I got with the ice cream shop boy i've been pining over since I was twelve made it that much more exhilarating. The real Jersey shore is much better then what you see on the T.V.

The Tele Plays Tricks on Us




Some television couples just make you melt inside. There is nothing you can do to help it. Love is portrayed as this wildly unstable thing all over media and I think that's the reason I'm convinced love is only love if it's so hard it hurts. Anytime I've ever been in love (twice?) it's been the most unconventional, wild, and exhilarating thing ever, I suppose love can be plain and simple as well. Maybe that is what I need.

Dear You,






You've killed it a bit. I was doing good. I was being pursued. I was forgetting all about the way you stutter, the way you smell, how your smile really means everything when its real, how your love feels when you love me... but I need time. It's not like I planned to hurt you, I would have stayed with you through anything but when you let me go that last time I didn't think i'd be seeing you again for a very very long time. This could have worked but you gave me time to move forward over those short summer months, yet I'm sure if you tried hard enough you could win me back. I'm not entirely sure thats what I want though... maybe i'll let you back in, maybe I won't.