and then came the kiss.

right there, in the aisle of hope.
right here, on my nervous lips.
but you kissed me, a peck.
just a peck, on the lips,
but a start, nonetheless.






now all this waiting for you, all this time,
doesn't seem like such a waste of time.

amazing day today.

spent it with the girlfriend.


what more could i ask for?

how do you not love them?

i challenge you all to this.

this is how you make my head feel.

the times they are a-changin.

ever have that moment when life seems right?

A little bit of rain I'd say is fair
But when it starts to thunder they all stare
This isn't goodnight, this is goodbye...

and life is like a song.

In my years, i've discovered that happiness has a tendency to stray from your side for a while or two. But it's what we do during this absence that makes us who we are. I want to be able to say that, at my darkest moments, I still shined as bright as the sun. And that's really how we're supposed to live our lives, to our own personal expectations, not others'. But, I ask myself, how far can one person push themselves before falling over the edge? To get back up is one thing, but to climb your way past the point of your fall is something completely different, and far more challenging. Rainy days may have a way of making it difficult, making the path you choose slippery and dangerous, but I always find time to dance in the rain.
i feel a shift, the air is thin up here, all by my lonesome. i'm just not sure you'll understand this... but i'll keep typing cos i know that's exactly what you want. i'm pretty sure i'm in like with you all, but you sure know how to make a person spend their nights thinking about you, and their days missing you. Smiled for the camera all night, but in all the pictures i was frowning. I guess i just can't fake it like I used to... i'm wishing, you're missing, we're slipping, and the end is all fucked up.

it was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche

when the pearls in their shells got up to dance.

february stars.

sometimes i wonder if we're moving in the same direction or not.
then i wonder, are we even moving at the same speeds?
maybe it's just me, or maybe i'm just blind.
please tell me you're just feeling tired.

War.

happy superstitions.

friday the thirteenth. interesting time of the year. spooks, ghoulies, black cats, ladders, and all sorts of things should be avoided tonight. if you go out, stay safe. if you stay in, lock your doors.


keep in mind, the frights are out tonight.

andy warhol is my hot, hot, inspiration.

read. read. read.

it gets you everywhere in life.

i always knew you were a liar.

know that love you're not supposed to have? i've had it for two and a half years. it's not the best thing in the world, don't recommend it for anyone. wouldn't wish this feeling on my worst enemy.

good luck, love. eyes can't stop staring and hard hearts can't stop shaking. lust just left the building, you're all alone.

I'd rather get it wrong with you than right with anyone else.

always love you, no matter what.

Hello, Stranger.

The name's Tessa Le Rouge. I am me, and you are you. I wouldn't have it any other way.
So, stop by, stay a while, and tell me about yourself. I promise I will not bite...too hard.
So tell me, bloggers, what keeps you up at night?