i really dont understand why girls feel the need to be so damn competitive.
insecurity is a vicious monster, and being pathetic is so last year.
learn to be happy.



did you know ellen susan adams is an amazing writer? well she is, and here is proof:




the old soul excuse

I am convinced that in our past life
we met in the summer
fell fast and hard into love
fucked long and late
and that when we walked downtown
you'd slip your arm around my waist
with your thumb reaching up under the edge of my shirt
or into the waist of my jeans.


And together we probably died a dark and tragic death
because passion always ends in a passion
which is why you don't seem to want to try us again
now, this life. Now while we're still alive.
Old souls are too proud to go up in flames
on the second try.



Save your breath, save the stamps you never sent,
save your starry stories and shut up about
God I'm so afraid I'll never find anyone like you again.
Save yourself the articulation, and while we're at it,
all the ink of all the drafts of all the poems that
I know you've had in your head all this time,
just waiting to cut loose with hindsight.
Keep your goddamn hugs and hands to yourself.


Tonight I think you're full of shit and
I don't think you should call my house anymore