Machine.

Right now I just don't feel like looking up the definition of an adjective.


This is Mars Argo.
They inspire me.





I will leave this city.
I can feel it.
And if I can't get into a photography school out of south dakota I'll just walk.
Me and Rory.
We'll walk everywhere.
I'll walk to Minnesota and say hello to Jonas and we'd have a nice few nights, kissing, hugging, more.
and I'd grow restless again and I'd be off.

Maybe I'd visit Luke.
I didn't expect anything more to come of that night, and he lives in nebraska, after all.

And then I'd go to alaska and train up dogs to be famous Iditarod racers.



floating floating floating






I just don't knowwwww.

I wish I'd get sick so that I wouldn't eat so much, and what I could eat I'd throw up but I'd be sick and have a legitimate excuse for throwing up.
I'm just being honest here.



I miss my big brother.
fuck fuck fuck why the hell did this happen?


did I not talk to you enough?
I'm so sorry for every time I pretended to be sleeping in the morning when we woke up and you wanted to play.
I'm sorry for every time I wouldn't play soccer with you.
I'm sorry for every time I wouldn't play on the computer with you.
I'm sorry for every time I wouldn't watch you skateboard.
I'm sorry for every time I wouldn't let you sleep on my floor because you were lonely in your room.
I'm sorry for not listening to you.
I'm sorry for every time you wanted to come into my room and talk to me and I closed the door.
I'm sorry for every time I told on you.
for every time I yelled at you.
for every time I criticized you, hurt you, or if I ever made you cry.

I'm so so so so sorry and I just want to see you.

and I want to see you and hug you and know you're okay because I'm tired of these fucking pictures of you and me from better times.

I'm so sorry.
I love you.