This is an apology letter to the both of us for how long it took me to let things go. It was not my intention to make such a production of the emptiness between us playing tuba on the tombstone… — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
The first time my town saw the sky it sucker-punched us in the throat, left us breathless, said, I'm gonna keep you awake some nights without touching you. You'll make it up, the pain, you always do. — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
I have heard that if you pull a bent breath through the second hole of a harmonica tuned to the key of Georgia while… — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
Make love to me like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did. — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
There are moments of clarity daily. They open me up with a breath and keep me calm. They feed me the answers. And they… — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
We are the fed up grass roots movement of goose flesh, hell bent on living this one life by the way we feel our… — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
If we were created in God’s image, then when God was a child he smushed fire ants with his fingertips and avoided tough questions. — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
Everybody knows that smiling is for little girls, the gays and certain kinds of fish who are smiling by accident. — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
If hearts really did break, every time we fell from love, I’d be able to offer you confetti by now. But hearts don’t break… — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
“I'm gonna roll outta here one day, I just might not get to drive” — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
