emily jones

take a second & think about it. mississippi.

if someone really wanted to break in would they be able to? is there enough built up so they have nowhere to stand?

steam in my lungs & my skin turned red.

Blushed Pink. Red Stiletto. Devilish. Hot for Chocolate.

at this point I was still sleeping in your bed.
we had passed the turning point in the book I never read.
at this point I was unsure at the thought of change.
I was still reading & you were ready to turn the page.

I feel like a little kid. I wish I could just go back to how it was. I dont want to have to think about it anymore; I just keep putting it off. I could, but I didnt applies to a lot of things recently. ignoring something is a temporary fix. maybe im just worried there is actually something wrong here. weird how this could apply, depending.

“I cussed out the driver…so it was just one poor drunk decision after the other…what are you studying?” “nothing.” “ive been on the same page for an hour & a half.” “ive never felt so helpless in my life…last night…yeah…you look so sexy today!” “yo hips look good…fo sho…sorry…who you in there with?” “why cant you drink on tuesday & wednesday?” “we didnt hook up with brothers!” “not this year, man, like my house got raided, I got arrested…some girl was going around punching everybody in the house…we have this giant beer pong table nailed to the wall so no one can steal it…ive had the shittiest september on the planet.” “how bad is hiv?” “if its over ten you lose all credibility.” “youre such a dick…I look really good today…oh, he said that to you too?” “youre crazy about some penis.” “balls are so gross.” “yeah, they make me want to throw up.” “my balls are cool.” “like, why do you have balls?” “so you can swallow.” “did you get my text message today? I was bored so I hit you up.” “my back seat is full so someone has to sit in my lap.” “I need to get in shape for halloween. oh my god we should go costume shopping!” “you dont know what you want to be? okay, lets start from the ground up. what color underwear do you want to wear?”

I dont know you.

summer, thailand, 2009.

more self portraits for my class

I am not going to stop. I wont ever get enough. we live from moment to moment on passing conditions; everything changes.

& I dont ever want to forget this.