Texts Saved to Draft on my Cellular.

 Drunk history.
     Pic of goats.
Alphonse Mucha. Zodiac.

Hey.

Would you like to get lunch together

             soon?

My heart is heavy because tonight I saw that there really was nothing keeping him here.... 
Including me. 
He didn't care for me like he used to.




Hey. You know what... 
I do love you.


Andrew Bell.


Bright young thing by Albert Hammond Jr
Want to get food together?


Werewolves of London.
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina-colada and his hair was perfect.


Stealing Angels.
Female Country Singers.
He better be dead.




Buffalo Springfield.
Keb Mo.
Keep it simple.




From where I sit
      it looks as if the clouds are gathering toward the sun.
                                 And slowly trying to swallow her. 
                                                               Despite the gathering,
                                                                                                         her rays are still breaking through.