January 2011
37 posts
the fire alarm
is currently going off.
we did not leave the building.
whoops.
not worth the 4 degree weather.
back
New York City
i don't know what to do with myself.
I'll be the one
who brings you coffee when you can’t get up
I’ll be the one
who turns the light out when you go to sleep
I’ll be the one
who turns your stomach into something else and you say
shut up, shut up, every time I say it
today
I got an IV—and I didn’t cry.
Success!
sometimes
I wish that I was the weather
You’d bring me up in conversation forever
And when it rained, I’d be the talk of the day
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