"...dawn dust neon constant, constant, constant so yes, maybe some days I wake up witha no vacancy sign around my neck and those days, it looks like love is just a name I've written on a bad check and I leave you alone like money...
...so my friend, comrade, lover in arms, swear spit make a toast clink pelvis on it, because if you are willing we will take our moments as they flicker under this immortal fickle filament you see how it is, on again off again on again off again, but we know this: even if we go our ways, our 24 hour hearts are lit."
-barbara adler
little truths
- rebecca
- i cannot stand being too cold in the summer or too warm in the winter, or vice versa, really. i dislike any extreme temperature when i'm trying to be productive. i need to wear socks when it's less than 20 degrees out. i hate having to wear gloves inside when i'm typing. i abhore cars with too much or too little air conditioning. i sometimes feel like life is just one long attempt to avoid cliches. i have no respect for teenagers who are pretentious 'musicians', 'photographers', 'christians' or scenesters. and i love breakfast food... just, not for breakfast. ever. i don't like floating around in the air, i like being grounded, and people who can make me feel grounded.
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