with you…under white linen sheets.

with you.  under white linen sheets. is where i want to be in bed.  no longer alone. where we lay awake full in love free of heartbreak. wrapped in sunlight where we can live out our dreams in each other’s arms while kissing beneath the stars and chasing moon beams. we’ll smile from the happiness…

manifested romance.

he is not a potential suitor but your attraction to him is spurred by irrational emotions.  it is neither lust or love — it is merely aching, perpetual loneliness.  the hangover of an empty bed.  sleep with yourself.  an affair with dignity before you can expect another to genuinely lay next to you. “being single,…

old fashion charm is the way to get into this girl’s pants.

i must disclose that i’ve become addicted to the crass charm and unapologetic honesty of the thought catalog, an experimental digital magazine out of williamsburg, brooklyn that aspires to “shape culture by empowering writers to share their ideas and stories with the world.”  that’s the kind of platform i want to shout my words from….