Literally. It was a dirty ol' day on the Trans Labrador Highway. But it was awesome. This was a great weekend and it was very much needed. I've been working on some writing but I haven't gotten it down just right yet, will post when I do. For now, here's some warm wishes that the… Continue reading Ridin’ dirty
i know there's something you won't say an ache that weighs you down i can see it in the moments you aren't pretending it's fleeting receding self he never says goodnight but always means 'good morning' M.
I remember the night we spent in the park, sitting on the child's play set. We drank beer and talked in obnoxious tones until god knows how late. That was the moment I knew we would never work. I think you knew it then too. That was so out of character for me. I remember… Continue reading (bitter) sweet november