Bits of rapture and fleeting emotions.

I'm Joey, and I like black coffee and FKs.

I drink, smoke, and smile too much. Sometimes I like books better than people. I'm addicted to otter pops, Tumblr, and small, fluffy dogs. I like to write occasionally, pretend that I can play piano, and watch reruns of Scrubs. And in my opinion; every single person should have the chance to say "Fuck itinerary today!" and lay down in the middle of some random field, smoke a cigarette, and get lost in the minor chords of life before they die.



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You can say hello if you'd like; you're not the only one typing with heavy hands and an even heavier heart.

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Evasion.

“… then life began, and since then we remember each dumpster, abandoned house, and foot-chase by retail security. At night, after running around, plotting and scheming, our checklist items all crossed out, we paused to think—’What to do tomorrow?’ and the answer was always, ‘As we please …’”

One day.