Love in the Time of Global Warming

old wounds are no longer battle scars. the blood flows again and it's hard to stop the bleeding.


ghosts always find a way to resurface. exorcisms are only Band-Aids.

all the answers i thought i had were wrong and like all things i cannot explain, i blame all of this on global warming.

Song of the Day: The Blower's Daughter (by Damien Rice)
And so it is
Just like you said it should be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time...

I can't take my eyes off you...


Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to leave it all behind?