I need you like the dragonfly’s wings need the wind, like the orphan needs a home once again, like Heaven needs more to come in- I need you here like you’ve always been.
08.14.11 @ 15:42 | Permalink
Because the World is Round
I wear my Freudian slips like evening gowns, spend my Limbo existence on the stage,write my fingers into fountain pens and ink perspiration, and eat lots of tomatoes.
Oh, and my name is Chelsey.
