i sort of survive on oxygen as well as you.
( 08.22.2003 )
i want to feel your ribs poking and prodding against my back every time i rearrange positions. i don't care that your hip bones are knives protruding from your sides. [i still think you're fucking beautiful]
yeah.
i had a dream this morning: i was dyeing chunks of my hair blue. somehow in the process, my face ended up being submerged in soapy, lukewarm tub water - i remember inhaling it. & when i woke up, my chest hurt and i was breathing very fast and very very heavily.
let's hope that doesn't happen again.
