I'm going on a date tonight 

to try to fall out of love with you.

I know, I know this is a crime. 

But I don't know what else to do.

"As much as I ever could.

Adrian. 21. Denton.

Some people turn sad awfully young.

No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way.

They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and,

as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world.

I know, for I'm one of them."

Your sadness, it's beautiful.

The way he feels.

I want to drink the tears you cry.

I want your beautiful emotions to live, 

if even for just a moment, inside of me. 

Wednesday is to blame. 

I hadn't had black hair since some once upon a Freshman year.

I don't know what it is about the color black, really.

But lately, it's all I want on me (vestuario wise, ya nasty.)

(P.S;   Yes, that was very much said in Raven tone.)

If I had been on your mind on that day

Holding on to your thoughts, to your mind that way

You could've never jumped down in those arms

You could've never left my heart cold.

I'll never tire of this.

Finally got to watch the film Little Children, 

And I must say: I was not even slightly left disappointed.

Kate Winslet, as always, was just phenomanal in this. 

And Patrick Wilson, well, goddamn...he's perfect.

The overall uncomfortable themes of the story were so neatly put together.

Enough so, I've added the book to my "list of things to order on Amazon" list. 

Someday I'll compose an album, 

And each track will be titled after the time 
of which it was finished. 

11:05 PM.

All of them, por favor. 

Merci beaucoup. 

Before I die, I'd like to experience a night of writing 
While under the influence of drugs. 

Dream boy-toy: Josh Beech.  ♥

Marc Jacobs, I love you.