The Speed Limit's Too Slow and Walking Won't Get Me Home

So my mind was starting to feel like this last time we spoke

and this too

but then it was time

(this picture is really only meant to exhibit my deep yearning for mens accessories)

to go back to tennessee

and we rode bikes around the lake

and I felt like me again

(which actually looks a little more like this)

even when I almost got eaten by coyotes (pronounced ky-oats in the south)

while hiking on a night like this

and the gang was back together like old times

and then i got to know you so well i could imagine the sound of your voice in my mind

and i was like.... wait...like, what? holy shit.

oh

K

I Get It.

and then you stared at me and i didn't say anything

and we had one last hoorah

and then it was back to

where i sleep like this

and going outside feels like this

but it won't be too long before it warms up

and new york in the spring consists of a lot of this

and since

i will stick this out

so that i can keep being better than you shiny hookers who think you can keep up

and quit creeping on mine

Bitches and Mother Fuckers

anyway, sorry for that side note but it's been a long time coming...

moving on,

once it's warm i will fly home again. maybe for

a long time, this time.

and i'll immerse myself into a life that i've always wanted but never let myself have

and there will be lovin'

and cross country truckin'

and livin' in tents with you.

xx

CMS

P.S. if i have any advice for anyone who's feelin' it on this cold january night,

it's Avett Brothers, Avett Brothers, Avett Brothers!

This song's a thank you for all of the soft heart, crazy eyed nashville songbirds who pressed up against bar floors and howled in hollow air with me over break.

i'll be back and we'll meet in a cave at the end of a long windy street where the trees meet.

I Am A Smoking Gun

That just went off inside of your head.

Making you go crazy,

Luring you back for more,

with bait,

or just baited breath...

hmmmm...

nope, not really. just kinda wish i felt like that right now.

feel more like this

but in precisely three days i will be at home

where things like this exist

and this

and feelings like this can be taken care of

and my head will feel like this

instead of this

xx

CMS

ps. someone has a hard on for poodles

ahaha... gutter snyped

There Must Be Somthin' Goin' 'Round

The City Treats Us Well

we bite and it bites back,

but who doesn't like a little nibble.

It is finally fucking freezing though,

which makes me want to do this

and finals feel kind of like this

and i'm certainly going to spend the next two weeks looking like this

and try to remember that when i do

,

but never in terms of cigarettes.

chain smoke kids, chain smoke your lil' lungs off.

But it's not so bad because at the end of the tunnel,

this is the light that awaits me

baby's flyin' back on down south for a whole god damn month

so i can remember that

and this is all i want to do for four whole weeks

(well not exactly)

i'd like to try and make out with all of these people too

and pretend that this

feels like this

mainly by drinking my weight in whiskey

and falling asleep with you at the end of the night.

In the present tense though,

I was in an intensely awkward indie-southern nostalgic mood today,

and this was my playlist.

just in case you feel like dipping your toes in my internal soundtrack and wigglin' round.

and i've listened to this sound five times a day for the past week.

and that's all she wrote folks

xx

CMS