dearsylvie's blog

i hate her sometimes. whatever. things will change if i don't talk to her for awhile. maybe she'll miss me or something.

i don't know anymore.

i want to be a garbage (wo)man when i grow up.

what the fuck do you care?

My eyes seek nothing.
For no one.


I'll be the bottleneck's lover in fourteen days.

We rode off into the sunset trying to find ourselves, only to find sombreros and dirt.

So long friend.