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an anthropologist's heart. 2003-06-14 i break so easily. fragile fingers play across yr skin every cold cold night.. i can feel the goosebumps and it makes me shiver shiver shiver. you trigger everything static inside of me.. whether it be my temper or my incorrigible happiness. crucify my love.. i don't care. i'm not a martyr, a saviour. i don't even live my life by calendars anymore. i am beyond time and neat little lines. a geographical mystery. dig me out.
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