♥

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 03:40:52 GMT

so can i lie in your grave at the edge of the end of the world
where i will sit with my love in this fluorescent swirl
eat us up break it down to the tiniest cell
in our room with a view and a window to hell
with those who bury bodies in their barrels of fun
we'll march through museums that display what they've done
we'll be shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin
we'll reluctantly let them in

so can i lie in your grave?

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 02:31:46 GMT

i wish i could get a tattoo of this

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 05:19:01 GMT

if people were shapes, i'd be a rectangle.

Sun, 26 Jul 2009 15:31:22 GMT

run far away so i can breathe
even though you're far from suffocating me
i can't set my hopes too high
cause every "hello" ends with a "goodbye"
but you're so hypnotizing
you've got me laughing while i sing
you've got me smiling in my sleep
and i can see this unraveling
you're love is where i'm falling
but please don't catch me

Fri, 19 Jun 2009 05:58:48 GMT

Mon, 08 Jun 2009 14:54:22 GMT

"Haven't you ever wondered why he hasn't snogged you?"
"Because I'm ugly. And fat. With an Afro."
"No, fuckface, because you're all he's got. He needs you. You two have history. You really know him. Look how confused he is. One day he's Allah this, Allah that. Next minute it's big busty blondes, Russian gymnasts, and a smoke of sinsemilla. He doesn't know his arse from his elbow. Just like his father. He doesn't know who he is. But you know him, at least a little, you've known all the sides of him. And he needs that. You're different."
Irie rolled her eyes. Sometimes you want to be different. And sometimes you'd give the hair on your head to be the same as everybody else.
"Look: you're a smart cookie, Irie. But you've been taught all kinds of shit. You've got to reeducate yourself. Realize your value, stop the slavish devotion, and get a life, Irie. Get a girl, get a guy, but get a life."
"You're a very sexy girl, Irie," said Maxine sweetly.
"Yeah. Right."
"Trust her, she's a raving dyke," said Neena, ruffling Maxine's hair affectionately and giving her a kiss. "But the truth is the Barbra Streisand cut you've got there ain't doing shit for you. The Afro was cool, man. It was wicked. It was yours."

Thu, 14 May 2009 15:49:21 GMT

i'm glad we're on the same page. now i only wish that you'd realize it, too.

Wed, 06 May 2009 16:50:43 GMT

it's little things like Czar Nicholas II that make me miss you.
little things, that worry me about our future.
little things that turn into bigger things;
bigger things i fear i won't be able to control.
but for now i'll hold on to the little things.
because it's all about the little things,
i know.

Fri, 17 Apr 2009 02:37:13 GMT

"im gonna try for the hottest guy at the bar and if i dont get him ill go get taco bell. i cant deal with these hairy guids anymore"

Wed, 15 Apr 2009 02:02:20 GMT

So take a good look at my face
You'll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer it's easy to trace
The tracks of my tears

I need you

i want to follow you on twitter

Thu, 09 Apr 2009 01:17:59 GMT

steven klein, i'm downright obsessed with you.

Mon, 30 Mar 2009 04:03:18 GMT

pretty.odd.
7&8.

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 04:37:57 GMT

soul mate:
noun
someone for whom you have a deep affinity

jennaa141: not waiting on line at the airport is a goodie
gabreeyell: you also get to cut lines at disney

Mon, 29 Sep 2008 00:03:58 GMT

i'm not quite sure of anything anymore

send
me
some
kind
of
sign

Thu, 31 Jul 2008 20:05:44 GMT

i have the most indecisive heart.

Sat, 17 May 2008 16:44:00 GMT

i'm ready to be good again.

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 04:11:52 GMT

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 05:40:40 GMT

I told Mrs. Snyder that when I was grown up, I'd take fate into my own hands. I wouldn't let some guy drag me down. Mrs. Snyder said that I'd be lucky if I ever had that kind of passion with someone, and that if I did, we'd be together forever. Even now, I believe that for the most part, love is about choices. It's about putting down the poison and the dagger and making your own happy ending...most of the time. And that sometimes, despite all your best choices and all your best intentions... fate wins anyway.

Tue, 05 Jun 2007 21:54:48 GMT

"...and for the first time in my life, I understand the end of that poem.
And I never wanted to. You have to believe me.

Love always,
Charlie"

Mon, 21 May 2007 02:34:11 GMT

i thought about you today. hell, i think about you every day. but today was different. i looked out my front door and watched your window, waiting to see your face. you never showed up. the thought that i'm graduating and you're not makes me feel like such shit sometimes. just thinking that we woudl have went to prom together. we woudl have gone to parties together. we woudl ahve hung out every god damn day. i've never felt angry about this before and i never had a reason to be mad at god, but sometimes lately its just not fucking fair. and i'll sit and wonder sometimes what you would be like. what we woudl be like. i'm sorry i ran away from you and i'm sorry i wasnt there for you. and every day i wish it was different and i feel guilty that i'm going to college im going away i have a job i'm graduating i have friends im going to parties im having fun. all without you. theres just an empty feeling everytime i hear your name and i dont think it will ever be filled. i sit here and i can think of all the shit thats going on in my life right now- with school, my parents, my grades, boys, friends, and i just wish i could be sharing it all with you. that when i'm in a bad mood i could just leave my house, open your door, and run up the stairs to your room and you'd be there. and we'd just sit on your bed and just exist. i've never told anyone this, but when your parents asked me to feed your bird while they were away on vacation to florida, i went upstairs to your room once. and i laid on your bed and i cried. i laid there and cried for so long. ididnt even know what to do with myself. and i still dont, but i know youre still here for me cause i can just tell when you're around, and now that i have five days left of i high school i just wanted to make sure that you'll be at graduation with me, cause even though there will be so much happiness and joy that day, i will still be wishing that you were still living.

Tue, 17 Apr 2007 22:21:40 GMT

"Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous."

please read. again. and again. and once more.

Mon, 02 Apr 2007 00:56:12 GMT

its the hot sand under your feet. its the dried salt on your cheeks. it's knowing you can stay up as late as you want becasue you dont have school tomrrow. its late night computer glow. its visitng your friend from school's house for the first time. how the landscaping lights look so nicely shining on the door. the door with the glass side panels that you swore you would put in your house when you got big. its the new carpet smell in the finished basement. its listening to a song you used to love before everyone else liked it too. its learning all the words to a song you hate just because its his favorite. its chapped lips. its hoods pulled up. its hugs. its kisses. its biting lower lips. its his smell on your shirt that you havent washed for three days. its the song you want to have sex to. suntan lotion. frozen margaritas in fancy glasses. the smell of beer at two in the morning. its wasting all your time driving around in circles. its daydreaming. its finally arriving to exit 26 b on the cross island. its liking the northern state better than the southern. its breezy top down convertible hair. its manor brews and your old elementary school steps. its the new IM sound from your favorite person. how you finally have an answer to "whats up." its notes left under the wind shield wiper of your car. its central air conditioning. its anyone and everyone you know. its the empty feeling after finishing a great book. its dried tears after watching a good movie. its page 48.... "and in that moment, I swear we were infinite."

im sorry for being so boring. its only cause i like you.

Sat, 17 Mar 2007 01:33:37 GMT

Man, I would give anything to not be looking at you.

Mon, 15 Jan 2007 16:13:00 GMT

"..There is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it always happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of those lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. You will remember every conversation and sexual tryst with this person. This is because the individual who embodies your personal definition of love does not really exist. The person is real, and the feelings are real--but you create the context. And context is everything. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they're often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else."

true.

you left the girl with nothing but the sunrise through the window pane, where tired eyes will close

Mon, 20 Nov 2006 01:05:03 GMT

"I'll love you forever, or find something better.
It's all just the same as when we sleep together.
We wake up with headaches, and trouble remembering
what went wrong..."