❝paint me like you paint the ocean, capture me in your favorite picture, sing me like an anthem, and draw me in the sand.❞ a series of vignettes where a boy tells his coming of age through love, want, and proclamations

johnny is the exception (to the numbness). © JUGULARS 2019

where it pounds the hardest, i kiss myself everyday.

For Dusk. I write about interesting people. Perhaps I've written about you.

what a loss to spend that much time with someone, only to find out that she's a stranger.

to @CALLOUSEDTOUCHES. nothing, absolutely nothing which had even a speck of her left on it could suffice in a mere description. so how could this, a reminder of everything that she left behind be described. [lower-case intended] s t a r t e d 5th febraury, 12:57 am. e n d e d ongoing.

to @CALLOUSEDTOUCHES. her eyes were the same color as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay. her eyes were the cornflower blue, the hue of the most magical things in life the sea, the sky and all my reasons why. [lower case intended] s t a r t e d 11th Feburary, 6:57 am e n d e d ongoing

I TRY TO PUT COSMIC INTERCONNECTEDNESS INTO WORDS.

oh romeo, why must you be born a montague? ©contra, 2016