That bridge is on fire.

My heart stops.

Eyes failing to wander else where. i couldn't retract him from my vision. my thoughts. my needs. Sitting awkwardly beside me. Hands to himself, filled with anxious but eager movements.

He glances over a smile.

My heart stops.

His hand falls on my chin and his lips on my cheek

I've forgotten to breathe.

My heart stops.

Heavy breaths and forceful hands. He kisses my lips.

I need him.

He needs me.

Our hearts stop.

The wine and me

There’s something about a song that makes a moment feel more real.

Regardless...

I miss my friend

Starters

I've decided its been long enough. The suspense must be killing you...

how could it not be?

I left it so intense, intricate, detailed...

You're excited, i know it.

Why'd i start a blog and never write in it? who really knows. Some people probably think i have nothing interesting to say.

I'd probably agree with those people.

Some others may thing i've just been too busy. They'd be the ones to disagree with. I'm not busy. I don't do much.

The occasional heart break.

The occasional coffee date.

The occasional dirty text.

............. X1000

who ever said life wasnt simple?

A wise friend once told me.. "Lana... love is for fat people" ... She is the type of girl that kisses girls only so she can tell them she adores penis.

She IS the type of person you listen to.

i once had friends. Friends i once needed. now i have BLOG