here i go again, missing you and wondering why everything reminds me of a love that we never even had.


today i feel a bit like a sadness that has been left out in the rain– dripping of melancholy, and the lingering scent of your faded 90s grunge band t-shirts that i returned to your doorstep in a soggy cardboard box full of our long-lost dreams and all the things we hoped to become– but … More Tears


seventeen is kind of a tragic age full of loneliness and a desperate melancholy and eighteen is not so very different– except that now, i can return to the water where i grew up to feel the salt in my hair and the sun on my cheeks and no one will think i’m running away, … More Oceans