i am the sweat dripping off your cheekbones confused as tears

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  a little reminder that you're never alone when you're alone with him. quick update cause i have links to link, oh boy. i've made some herre but i am a mess i pretty much wouldn't want to read that kinda shit if i was you.

sometimes the camera keeps me in sane/insane as you can see from the . and haha, even or of joe.

sometimes i just want to be behind the camera for the rest of my life but i think the flash hitting my skin is my second strongest addiction. you've not been paying attention- and as much as this gets old we never age inside.

try to cry on cue, but i'm only pulling it off when i know the empty spot next to me at night is filled by a little pup a forth your size. it's cute how he feeds on tears and i know he learned it from his mommy. i would only teach him tricks like how to play dead but not really die and that obviously never does anyone any good.

i try to take care of him but i can't even take care of myself.

but really he never notices anyway, he just wags what would be a tail and carries on with his day of sleeping on the job, his moods changing only when he's alone, hungry, needs to pee, or is chasing after butterflies and parked cars. but mostly missing or seeing you- and i realize he learned that from me.

is there such thing as lypsyncing with text? consider the "i'm sorry"s typed to be last ditch ways to get you to stay but i think i/they've overstayed their unwelcome. either way i need to see you s(w)oon.

we're a pie chart with the odds stacked against us. some sort of narrow percentage rate on a graph. i just want us to be that slim chance miracle, cause nothing is ever 100% one way or the other for a reason.

anyways be sure and pick up the new gch so your stereo can grin to new music for the first time this summer. real update later.