I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do and will. s. plath


i fixed up my profile and changed my picture. things were getting old. i almost changed the template too, but nothing is as dramatic and eye catching as this white on black.

i have begun to remember most of my dreams in the mornings. I wouldn't call them nightmares, but they aren't exactly pleasant. and like most of the dreams i remember, the all have a reoccuring theme wrapped in them. last summer: oranges, this fall... well it's silly so i will keep it to myself.

what to do now... these materials one day shall rise up and swallow me.