the prettiest star
2003-09-13 || 2:27 p.m.

Tonight I am going to wear purple and black and walk about in the night. I am as hollow and as pretty as the stars but far less use.

I keep having dreams that I am smoking and my chest hurts and I cough up the nastiest stuff imaginable and I cannot clear my chest and it hurts and I am going to die.

I want to pull someone down into a sand bed, to hear the sea and taste the salt on their lips.