just a whisper

tip toe around it, we can talk about everything but that. Make a playlist listen to Jimmy eat world to drown out the pounding in my head.

Hurry go on ahead.
Good things won’t let you wait.
I’ll catch up when we get home.

My scarf is tucked away in my drawer, and I already want to start packing, T-minus 5065680 seconds Or… 58 days 15 hours 8 minutes 0 seconds

sushi dates and saying good bye to everyone, I feel like I have a terminal illness that no one knows about. Today I want the time to hurry up, I want those seconds to speed by..tomorrow..I’ll weep when I think I will never see the 405 again.

I am the most attached homeless person I know.

but I dream of snow, walking in my funkyheels wrapped up like an eskimo. I think new york suits you the way the cold gets into your veins and runs through your blood..plusing, plusing till finally you exhale white puffs hands pressed in your pockets. Huddling near him to stay warm..I can see the image so clear, I can play it through perfectly in my mind. Every step every heart beat matching perfectly..

Why am I so scared?

i’ll be there as soon as i can
but i’m busy
mending broken
pieces of the life i had before

*Angel*