fresh oranges. summer rains. fall sunsets. hibiscus tea. clementines.
i'm forever a child looking out my window at the night sky, thinking one day i'll touch the world with my bare hands; even if it burns.
sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do if it means helping the one you care about .. even though you know they don't care nearly as much.
i wanna scream 'i love you' from the top of my lungs, but i'm afraid that someone else will hear me.
the poor foster dog is terrified of the coffee grinder. i feel the need to explain. “these are the beans you have to drink when you are a person,” i say. “sometimes things are very very bad. but then the beans happen and it is good.” i can tell she understands.
perfect boys with their perfect lives, nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy.
oops, i did it again. i forgot what i was losing my mind about.
a broken clock's right twice a day, but mine spins in reverse.
i’m gonna live, i’m gonna fly; i’m gonna fail, i’m gonna die.
child-like mother and a motherly child. child like her mother, like mother like child.
yeah, well, what're you gonna do. life's a bitch and then you die, right? / sometimes. sometimes life's a bitch and you keep living.
and that orange, it made me so happy, as ordinary things often do. just lately. the shopping. a walk in the park. it's peace and contentment. it's new.
i honestly can't remember half the things we talked about. but it was nice. really nice.
i'm gonna be the snack that smiles back ! i'm gonna be the kit to your kat !
oops, i did it again. i forgot what i was losing my mind about.
there is rain inside of me ; where to escape it?
flowers on my corpse, let's watch them bloom.
i want to be a girl in all the normal ways, pose for a photograph, put on a pretty face.
i've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim, i just wanna be the one you love.
say my name like a slur, but i’ve been called worse.