Amber Tamblyn's Poetry.

Wondering if when he kissed me,
if I tasted like wasted time.
I'm gonna get in my car and write an epic piece. Call it,
"it's hard to face your problems
when the problem is your face"
Insert me spitting here.
I know where petals go when they die.

- amber tamblyn


this suits my middle of the night lonely emo perfectly.
amber, i kind of love you sometimes.