dizzy miss.

i'm running on about 4 hours of sleep, and this morning it is completely possible that i was still drunk when i woke up. classy, i know. as L said, it's the price we must pay, and i am, and i will.

sometimes celebration must take precedent to sleep and sobriety, and last night was one of those times. the boys signed with a booking agent yesterday - a feat well deserved. for some time now the pairing had seemed like it just wasn't meant to be, but the guys stayed motivated and perhaps sxsw was the push she needed to say yes. congrats boys! i'm so proud.

so now i sit at my desk with vertigo and wild beasts colliding in a good way. i'm glad M let me borrow this album. it's completely understanding my mood.

be mine. text me. love. yours.

i do so badly want to fall
and the kisses and hugs are written on solid hearts
but i can't bite through them

i have an urge to save them
in their little box,
staring me in the face through the plastic window,
until a new holiday has arrived,
and then i've missed my chance to
celebrate in season.

i let them remain whole
and strong, never letting the
impression fade away.
i must find the courage to
open that box.