samantha moonshine My pink lesbian lithium princess 010210 ... birdmad a memory of lies, betrayal and bitterness (and, god help me, i would let her do it all over if it meant being near her again) 010210 ... grendel but if i can help it i will never say her name again 010210 ... silentbob we played disc golf today and evan was there. i talked about things with evan, hoping he would say things that would make her say things. maybe i did... 010719 ... birdmad who was i kidding? 010719 ... fivel the splinter in my cornea 030204 ... argh ow. tripping over various little reminders like stubbing my toes in a dark cluttered room 030204 ... belly fire the sound of my own name is always unsettling what people who don't know me will say first the only comfort being put to the tune of my mother 030205 ... djstar When I think of what "in love" is, I think of Samantha. I will never forget the way our bodies formed a perfect embrace outside of the Bart station in the mission in San Francisco. I knew I was going to love you forever. 100706 ... lostgirl perfect_embrace 100706 what's it to you? who go blather from