April 2011
March 2011
i never thought i’d be here again, we’d be here again
I smoke to get high because the world is so low
you’re the mistake i’ll make everytime
that moment when you’re in your car, having an asthma attack and your teacher files a “missing student report”. lolwut.
don’t you see how much I need you?
you can tell me where these tears came from before they hit the ground, you can catch me before I fall.
photographs
I just want you to see what I do. and feel how I feel.
I want you to be there with me, in a moment.
I just want you to feel the same emotions, and feel your memories and future at the same time.
I want you to see like I do.
me: “where’s that container Travis use to keep weed in?”
mom: “under the sink.”
me: “awesome, thanks”
mom: “what are you going to put in it?”
me: “weed”
mom: ” I wish you and your brother would keep your weed in ziplock bags like normal kids and leave my tupperware alone..”
