February 2011
Grey, quiet and tired and mean Picking at a worried seam I try to make you mad at me over the phone Red eyes and fire and signs I’m taken by a nursery rhyme
I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home
No amount of coffee No amount of crying No amount of whiskey No amount of wine No, no, no, no, no Nothing else will do
The Oscars: Ultimatum
Mom: the oscars start in five minutes, get out of the living room!
Me: NO! why can’t you just watch it in your room?
Mom: Because the tvs is biggr.
Me: I was here first
Mom: don’t make me g and pull THE BOX out from undr your bed that smells like weed
Mom: thats right, run!
tangledmazeofwords:
And if you hold on tight to what you think is your thing, you may find you’re missing all the rest…
-DMB
You will fly away holding tight to the legs of all...
