jackthegirl

Now is the time to add a drunk and stoned entry because now is the time.

I am entirely infatuated by army boys and anti-artillery shells, the one that my lovely is breaking apart into smaller and smaller and smaller pieces. Can you imagine getting one of those fuckers to the temple? Jesus fucking christ.

I am waiting for concerts and house parties and awkward sex.

Yay.

We are listening to Alanis Morisette and although I understand the cheesiness of girls with guitars I enjoy it too much so fuck off and die. My lovely looks sweet with her hair all ruffeldy.

Oh but I'm in love and it's difficult to type.

I remember waiting for ghosts with stitched mouths and being thrillingly terrified. But now all I want is blue eyes and darkness and broken couches and wicked movies and bad kisses and being unable to support myself and collapsing into pretty hands.