fakefullnames:

Some place in Texas

fakefullnames:

Some place in Texas


Soft and kind..
A wandering soul,
confined by no one but her own mind.

Sarcasm seeped from her pores as if she drank too much vodka..
The stench reached for me, my smell receptors intrigued.

It was pungent, the odor of her sarcasm…

Slightly sweet, but mostly foul…

It didn’t hurt me, I was immune, for I reeked of Sarcasm too.

She, fakefullnames (via fakefullnames)

Things of today


Riding to Austin.


Alphabet, Richmond Ave, Houston Tx.


My dad left my door open 😒

My dad left my door open 😒


Would you like to tell me why I feel the way I do about you?

The constant feeling of longing for you, when I know we aren’t together.

I wonder what it is that you’re doing every day, but I don’t talk to you because I don’t want to seem like I miss you.

For now you just want to be friends because you can’t commit like you think I want you to. I’m not looking for anything.

If you come my way I will gladly greet you.

You can’t hurt me if I don’t let you in.

Close my heart, I hope to die. (via fakefullnames)

You can tell in the hug, we have feelings for each other.
The embrace was warm and welcoming.
It didn’t take me long to figure out what it was that she was thinking.
I look away and she did too.
We said goodbye.
Sequence 1

Pulling the stray thread,
you loosened your button.
I checked it, it stayed.
Weeks passed, you button and unbutton the same jacket, forgetting about the button you loosened.
It falls off…
You don’t notice.
I did. I always noticed.
We sat motionless, you say you’re leaving
I go to stand and point out the flaw
You look at me, eye contact made, but you turned your nose.
You don’t see the button
don’t remember the string
go to button your jacket
then realize you’re missing something.

We make eye contact again
you wave me a goodbye.

I close the door.
I kept your button.

Gypsy, (via fakefullnames)

Discovery Green, Houston Jan. 20 2014, Martin Luther King Day