in the depths of the maize maze

life lately is made up of all the things you only do in relationships. it's like a whole life that wouldn't exist if it weren't for this other person by your side [arms wrapped, legs intertwined, toes woven up]: watching scary movies every day until halloween [so far the exorcist, silent hill, half of {we fell asleep} the omen {original}], dinner on the coffee table every night, purchasing 30$ worth of meat at costco for the next two weeks, the need to buy a larger blanket, buying too many sweets at the grocery store [cupcakes and oreos in cart and buying ice cream, "but what will we eat in the nights when we want something sweet?"], removing the pillows off the couch to accommodate two, making up funny dances in the car, eating too many donuts at the cider mill.


i'm a little girl in this


kevin, so mad


the tigers, they're going to the world series, ya know?


big dildo


after two donuts, and some of mine




you don't REALLY pick your pumpkins


instead, terry danced among them




really, he was chasing after a grasshopper; i love him for things like that


but i love him less for spearing pumpkins with the BIG STICK he wielded around the patch


i tried to reenact the get up kids/weakerthans/flashpapr album covers, but terry just had to get all emo in the maize maze


so i gave him the tongue, bitch