From The Absolute Best Gutter In Town, Where The Best Intentions Get Backspaced Or Typos....

I've noticed lately that I'm always in traffic, stuck behind the ambulance with the interior light on. Traveling in full view of all the trauma. For the love of God, get come curtains.

When the tears hit the paper they become the best of ourselves. This is how Stonehenge was built, and how the Grand Canyon split. Smiles and laughter do the same to our faces over time. My favorite feeling lately has been the deep breath that I take when shutting the door.

Her hair on my pillow tends to feel more like a hotel than a home, and I mean that in the best of ways. I'm putting money towards the belief that the first words Columbus spoke were "is this it?" Hopes, spirits, hearts, lungs... what goes up must come down kind of stuff. I'll never expect you to relate, just to smile while you pretend to.

Debauchery is the middle name of those who have the ability to read this without taking a breath.

I want to make markets crash. Dashing is the way I'm living, I'm Chanel and you're just Dior. The sunburn that is about to make you look oh so fucking good. Where I'm from, cancer comes in the form of trophies.