xoxo, nico » will knox

single white female

disco — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 18:56:10 +0000

sick as a dog

nico — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 23:05:53 +0000

animal house

nico — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 09:55:52 +0000

blowing bubbles

nico — Sun, 11 Oct 2009 04:02:46 +0000

speak easy

nico — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 22:52:41 +0000

the dog house

nico — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 16:20:02 +0000

sit and spin

nico — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 23:26:13 +0000

skinny dipping

nico — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 23:04:25 +0000

life’s a bitch

nico — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 15:16:30 +0000

diamond in the sky

nico — Mon, 31 Aug 2009 16:09:31 +0000

special guests

nico — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 00:11:38 +0000

sweet + sour

nico — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 20:03:08 +0000

row your boat

nico — Sun, 02 Aug 2009 22:58:55 +0000

happy hour

nico — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 22:28:39 +0000

i don’t know. i don’t care. i’ll get there after i leave here. i can’t ever admit to having any place to be but when i woke up from being the lonely victim i landed on my knees hoping i would be high enough only to fall free landing flat on my face once again where i lost my head underneath like the ostrich who buried her body six feet beneath concrete. dandy lion weeds can die when they’re still seeds and there’s no telling how long its gonna take to dig through all those roots in order to find the full moon on the flip side of the rabbit hole. one day maybe soon i will comprehend the meaning of ideology and tell the difference between leaving and security but until then i might as well just sink into loose leaf sheets and not pay attention to anything but what i pretend to see through the looking glass that separates me from drowning underneath grains of raining sand.

arm candy

nico — Sun, 03 May 2009 19:55:24 +0000

sugar moon mountain

nico — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 04:53:11 +0000

danger

…feels so good.

evidently my addiction has not subsided. he remains present and I will be seeing him this week.

i have no soul it seems.

no soul or self control.

if there’s a will

nico — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 20:39:00 +0000

there’s a way to kiss and make-up for the lies and twists hidden between significant friendships. only time can heal these wounds and even if the scar tissue was cut open after the stitches were removed months ago you could still end up bleeding blue blood. i rolled up a photograph and slipped it into an empty wine jug carefully packed at the bottom of an old treasure chest buried in a hope cove. the fragile stickers have been worn off for years and the last drop stained the edge of my imagination when i fit the cork back on top. there’s a hand drawn map folded in my pocket and i never leave home without the broken compass concealed in a hand me down locket. a fortune teller once told me i hold the soul of a young love who was taken away before she was supposed to go. i wonder if that’s the reason why i always find i myself in the wrong place at the right time or if patients is playing tricks on me while i sit and wait for the one and only who can show me directions back to where i will dig up my time capsule. eventually i’ll be able to replace the pair of white lace gloves i borrowed to brush off all the dust and uncover what i had to forget to loose on purpose.