December 2010
11 posts
Flirting with the girl at the coffee shop...
…best part of my day.
This place is a shipwreck.
~ and yet even as I drown I pretend it’s the shore.
Run away with me...
…we’ll leave behind everything. Our shitty jobs and our half empty bottles of booze. We’ll dye our hair and fill our backpacks with rolls of film, some notebooks and maps of Europe some 30 years old. We’ll find ourselves amid cramped European cafes and skinny dipping off some foreign ocean shore. We’ll never look back and we’ll never grow old.