February 2010
Speechless.
You two complete my life =) there aren’t any other words haha.
Forbidden romance.
Fuck you and your f-r!!!!!!!!!!!
And I call you my best friends.
January 2010
Oh! Darling.
When you told me you didn’t need me anymore, well you know I nearly broke down and cried.
In the name of pants!
To my bestiest pal. You are one of the best chumettes out there. I am thankful to Lord Sandra that you do not flick your fringe, and I’m thankful you are not wet and astonishingly dim. Oh my giddy God’s trousers we have the best laughs. Only because we are double cool with knobs on =) You are fabbity fab, and although I can sometimes be a dithering twit who obsesses over sex gods and...
The muffins were cold.
“I buttered your crumpets!”
Warm and alive.
Now I can breathe turn my insides out and smother me.
When you go, run don't walk; and when you sing,...
I’m feeling very sad and nostalgic today. I guess that’s what certain dreams do to you. Even though it’s only 9, I think I’d rather get up than go back to my dreams and linger on the past. I just feel hollow and longing and I greatly detest this incomplete feeling.
This overwhelming sadness and emptiness is not going away!!!! This sucks intensely.
Broken wings.
Is this it?
Neverland.
I won’t grow up. I won’t. I won’t!
I am Peter Pan.
Heartbeat radio.
You be words, and I’ll be music. Ain’t you heard that’s how they do it?
Don't look now
Thank’s that’s nice….
Firey green gown sneers at the grassy ground.
Bothersome. Very much so. It shouldn’t.
Never thought I’d be one of those. =|
Anoanimal.
I thought these were gone. Apparently not. But this seems to be a different kind of episode.
Manic depression.
Why am I such a horrible person? I hate how I do this. I make everyone elses lives more difficult than they need to be. I hate myself for it and I’m truly sorry. If someone can think of a way for me to fix my immense amount problems with myself please feel free to let me know.
Find the cost of freedom.
Just a few things, as I am too tired to write a full blog.
It was really nice to hear from you today. I realized how much I miss you. And we will find time this semester. I promise.
I most definitely enjoyed our adventures at 11 pm and sitting in my car listening to hippie music. And the Berlin wall.
I’m selfish, but please don’t go. I honestly can’t express how much...
This is the last time.
Sweep it into the corner or hide it under the bed. Say these things they’ll go away but they never do.
How many hearts will die tonight?
So there goes my life passing by with every exit sign. It’s been so long, sometimes I wonder how I will stay strong.
But I will see you again. I will see you again. A long time from now.
I'm selfish and I'm sad.
I wish I had a river I could skate away on. I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly.
The end.
Now come one, come all to this tragic affair.
Save me.
Keep on walking.
Don’t you just love when you’ve been studying at the library for SIX hours and you come home and your parents offer you a ten minute break before getting back at it? I know I sure do!!
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Well maybe it is just the time of year, or maybe it’s the time of man. I don’t know who I am, but you know life is for learning. We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon.
Transatlanticism.
Don’t you just love tearing along perforated lines? I do.
Insanity.
What is up with my dreams these days? From acid trips to murder mysterys to quitting my job to work at the bay to getting lost in Germany and leaving my dog with some hot german skater boy while I look for my car keys. Oh and how could I forget the one where I was a boy and lived in a colony in the middle of the ocean for people who had been attacked by sharks. WTF!!!
15 Interesting Facts about Dreams
briannelee:
stryofmylife:
ratchelonthegate:
somethingintellectual:
1. You forget 90% of your dreams. Within 5 minutes of waking, half of your dream is forgotten. Within 10, 90% is gone.
2. Blind people also dream. People who became blind after birth can see images in their dreams. People who are born blind do not see any images, but have dreams equally vivid involving their other senses...
Knives.
Hate hate hate hate hate. I hate you. I hate myself. I hate this.
Speechless and redundant.
I miss you and am excited to hang out tonight!
I love you so so so much, I love how close we’ve gotten
I am so happy your back in my life (x2)
our little secret is what keeps me going =)
I feel as though we’ve been distantish. Weird, since it is definitely not on purpose (x2)
Flightless bird.
I feel so cliché saying I miss you when I just saw you yesterday, but it is true.
No day but today pt. 2
It hit. It’s over. It’s really over. Musical theatre. I don’t even know where to begin. Grade ten is logical I suppose. All wide eyed and naive, not knowing what to expect. All thinking we were the best. Barely knowing anyone in the class except for your junior high friends. Looking back on that first year is absolutely crazy to me. On the one hand it feels like a million years ago, but on the...
No day but today.
Showcase. I will elaborate tomorrow since I’m on my iPod.
But I’ve realized I’m Peter Pan. I don’t want to grow up. I’m not ready yet.
The things we do just to keep ourselves alive.
Your words are like knives. They peel my skin and pierce my soul.
I am not afraid.
Awake and unafraid. Asleep or dead.
I’ve been reminded as to how much I owe these musicians.
Fake plastic love.
Starting to think that God hates me. I wish I could re-begin my life; wipe out everything and everyone I’ve known. Seems easiest at this point.
My fake plastic love. But I can’t help the feeling, I could blow through the ceiling if I just turn and run. And it wears me out, it wears me out. It wears me out, it wears me out. And if I could be who you wanted If I could be who you wanted...
Ghost.
Could I? Should I? And all the things that you never ever told me, and all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me.
Idioteque.
Worried. This is more true than I expected. Don’t know how to deal with this.
Fuck you.
I hate you so much, you make me want to die.
Fuck you.
I hate you so much, you make me want to die.
Fuck you.
I hate you so much, you make me want to die.
Atypical.
Self diagnosis? This sounds too accurate. Oh no.
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Two birds on a wire.
I hate feeling like this all the freaking time. I hate this moodiness about me that never used to be as apparent. I love you. I’m happy about this. I’m confused, again. But what a shocker! Jealousy will drive you mad. It’s true. There’s no need for it but it’s always there. I’m finding more and more I’m having regrets. I wish I was a year younger in a way....
I lay myself down.
Will you see me in the end? Or is it just a waste of time Trying to be your friend Just shine, shine, shine Shine a little light Shine a light on my life Warm me up again.
Flakes.
I’m dreading having to do this.
