i'm done with this.

late nights.
sans bra.
t shirts.
sweatshirts.
bonfires.
music.
modest mouse.
matt and kim.
secrets.
whispers.
sleepovers.
time travel.
no shoes.
short skirts.
weed.
hands.
boys.
no facebook.
no computer.
running.
singing.
sunsets.
trampoline.
sunscreen.
summer.

twenty minutes into the trip and we were already closer.
and i just couldnt take keeping it from her any more.
she told me what the numbers meant,
not because i asked.
and i told her what we did,
just because it hurt not to.

live in the moment, right?

beaming. i walked in and they said i was beaming i was so smiley. all because of you and your hello's- see what you do to me?
i dont think ive ever been told i was beaming before.

i dont have to make the choice,
i like girls and i like boys.
i dont have to make the choice,
i like girls and i like boys.
i dont have to make the choice,
i like girls and i like boys.

i dont seem right. i'm not the one.
straight from the source people, straight from the source.

what do we do instead of going to the pep rally?
smoke.