emi

there's something about
waking up to the sound of a rainy highway.
knowing there is some danger in the day.
knowing that uncertainty is a fact of life and of death as well.
knowing i am powerfully weak, placidly disfunctional, and all things held within the pages of
Mr. Webster's famous book.
something's screaming in my head again telling me not to jump.
it's telling me to stand still but i've been doing just that for way longer than i am comfortable.
little lady go steady on life or you'll never relate to anything.
lies from the mirror every day that i choose to keep moving forward.

i am just thinking a lot lately.

RIP teal hair.
hello fusion weave.


i love pieces of random songs.

Step inside we'll take a ride
Bonnie Clyde you and I
We can do this do or die
Why dont we just take a drive

Sounds gangsta I'm game sir
We'll play the damn prankster
Using up this bar we play
Then we make our getaway

and

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling no i don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a bit.

imogen heap is awwwright.