lathriel | earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with god.

but only he who sees takes off his shoes.

leavin' on a jet plane
don't know when-- actually, sunday night.

cousin and aunts and possibility of sunshine, good ol' carolina
northern

too much chocolate, and, of course and always, yet not enough.

katie works at the starbucks in williamsville. katie and i were best friends our whole lives until i was 13. katie gave me my first taste of alcohol and cigarettes. katie and i used to build forts in her basement. katie and i would watch the most ridiculous horror movies.
then there was a moment when young girls become conscious and after that she went one way and i went another, and i didn't see why different ways meant different directions. i guess katie did.
katie claims she misses hanging out with me, but doesn't return my call. katie got herself into some bad habbits. didn't we all? katie had some trouble that no one ever told me about "when you're older" maybe. katie had some trouble with herself. but i never held it against katie.
just kinda wished she could've gotten over it.