There's an ancient pull.

It's the little differences.

I'll drown my beliefs to have your babies.

It's the kind of love where I can't describe a single thing because no matter what I say or how big I smile when I talk about it, it seems far too trite.

He deserves everything I'm capable of giving.

damn your ankles and eyes wide

Today is another one of those days.

One of these nights I'll finally get a decent night's worth of rest.

And that's why you can't sleep without forgetting.

My old friends-- it was so different then.

I think that about photos of other people.

It's also the reason I try to have an annual picture with each of my parents and my brother.

This was supposed to be the year.

leave your sleep.

though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
and yet you will weep and know why.
now no matter, child, the name:
sorrow's springs are the same.