What's September 22 about, anyway? What's life about, anyway? Verona's. I dunnoh. 47. I dunno. Hummingbird in dusk of dawn? I dunno. Great big boxes of promise.
you laid with me again today / and i wasn’t sure if you’d get back up / again. it wasn’t a crying day, / this time, but you filled the corner / of the room with ash and spilled a / flame on your underwear. you / don’t flinch, although it burns, and / later will scar.
each other the number right after the credits roll and somehow we both know exactly what it means. lately i've been wondering if it's kind of ridiculous or if everyone has some private code like this with one person.
I’m adventurous, a little wild, and I love to travel. I live by the “you only live once” mindset and choose to live in the present. I love deeply, and I never forget the good or the bad.