laugh if you like

dancing in my underwear.......
it has pretty roses on it.
i am happy.
i am going to new york, new jersey, and dc.
i love the world.
and the smell of fog.
and a boy.


"He could sense her whole being through the kiss, he said, as though her soul escaped through her lips, as the Renaissance believed. He taasted first the grease of her Chap Stick, then the sad Brussels-sprout flavor of he last meal, and past that the dust of lost afternoons and the salt of tear ducts... Even though her tasted mysterious depths in Bonnie's mouth, he didnt search them out because he didn't want her to stop kissing him."