Well, I guess when I'm happy, I stop blogging? I'm happy because I'm in love. Granted, for about a years worth of posts, I was...

I was fed love on a plate covered in mushrooms and bacon and tattoos and tenderness.

To Whom it May Concern, You opened my chest and ripped out my heart, if you look you'll find it's in your grasp, and it's still ...

I've never felt the kind of love that doesn't need a damn thing but itself to exist. I just need to know that he loves me and I lov...

Hi! Where to begin? There is so much juicy and interesting crap to report... I guess I'll just jump in with both feet. Months ago I b...

There is weirdness in the air and I don't know why. It's like in a horror movie when someone starts walking down a hallway that the...

So I have decided that the title to this blog entry will mirror the titles of the paintings that make up my "Sometimes they come from s...