April 2011
98 posts
“The ceiling is probably the last thing most people see. For at least 90% of the people that die. And when you die, the last thing you see is printed in your eye. Like a photo. Imagine the number of people with ceilings in their eyes.” -Water Lilies (Naissance des Pieuvres)
GREATNESS
Me: let’s be kids forever
Riley: we can be kids but still raise kids
Me: true
Riley: that’s what makes us so great
Me: peter pan syndrome
Me: me and you are gonna be like
Me: old men racing in our wheelchairs
Me: all tattooed and shit
Riley: haha we’re gonna be like grumpier old men
Me: yes
Me: in suits and ties
Riley: some ties….sometimes bowties
Me: I almost said bowties
Me: suspenders
Riley: i was just gonna say that!
Me: HA
Riley: with our tricked out shoes
Me: I’ll call my wheelchair my “whip”
Riley: I will say
Riley: BITCH
Riley: or WHORE
Riley: depending
Me: GIMME SOME APPLE JUICE
Me: BROAD
Riley: we are far too ridiculous
Me: you can never bee too ridiculous
Me: we’re all mad here
Riley: hatter agrees
Me: and the hare
Riley: but also encourages
Riley: bad influences
Me: it’s the tea
Riley: which is why coffee is number one
Me: our conversations are the best
Riley: that they are handsome
Me: no one could ever pretend to be me
Riley: that they are
Me: with such precision
Riley: I won’t doubt ever again
Me: haha aw
Me: it’s ok
Me: I’m suspicious too
Me: of people
Me: and things
Me: and hearts
Riley: It’s only nine at night on FRIDAY?
Me: I KNOW
Riley: what.thefuck.
Me: I’m ordering a pizza
Riley: good idea
Riley: I’m stuffing my face with potato chips….
Me: PRINGLES?
Riley: haha out
Riley: frozen pizza but I’m lazy
Riley: I’ve been a fat fat all week.
Riley: I need to work out
Me: omg
Me: I say that too much but never do shit
Me: I wish I had abs
Riley: I laugh the fuck out of my stomach and walk a bitchload of places. I guess that’s why I’m cute
Me: hahahaha
Riley: and I’m a comedian
I feel my pulse working overtime.
When I was a kid, I always wanted a little brother. Now that I’m “grown” (ha) I think it’s turned into me wanting a son. Not now, of course. As Tegan says, someday. I’ll want a boy and a girl. But mostly, a boy. He’ll dress like me with a mohawk to match, and he’ll ride on my shoulders. Aaden or Riley or Jaden or Tristan or Jace or Travis or Landon or Jack. Or?
Breathe, with little lungs I, Breathe, with little lungs you, Breathe, with little lungs I, Breathe, with little lungs you, Breathe, with little lungs I
