The American Virgin

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Rekindling America & her spirit, her lust for sprawling adventure.


Oh what a week. What a glorious, glorious week to be alive—despite how run down I am, this week has shown me (or rather, reminded me) what it is like to truly be alive.

September, 1st 2014 @ 20:30 / Permalink

I’m so incredibly in love with my delta sig family and those women who support us. You are the backbone of us.

August, 31st 2014 @ 04:15 / Permalink

I’m still awaiting for that sober moment to get my life together. Where art thou, sober moment?

August, 30th 2014 @ 02:11 / Permalink

I need a sober moment to get my life together.

August, 29th 2014 @ 09:29 / Permalink
August, 24th 2014 @ 15:01 / Permalink
How about Grimes being super cute all of the time.

How about Grimes being super cute all of the time.

My home is more beautiful than your home. Home, sweet home, Chicago.

My home is more beautiful than your home. Home, sweet home, Chicago.

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any man who’s seen

the faithful — and,

by what I mean a lownecked

fabric trickled down your chest —

 

knows the square footage

of your presence

up until they reach your brittled shoulders,

where inasmuch as your

smile can send them 

a gazed for something

tangible, mindlessly

disobeying the motion

of their hands

as they touch,

 

and what she thinks of as

a gesture surely is mistaken

as something in

the breaths

you cautiously 

take.

August, 24th 2014 @ 10:10 / 6 / Permalink

I’ve been waiting on you.
When people change, I gain a piece, but I lose one too.
And as it breaks, the summer will warm
But the winter craved whats lost
Crave whats all,
Gone Away.

August, 23rd 2014 @ 01:09 / Permalink