I almost fooled myself that I wasn’t in an unforgiving desert when I drove home with the air on “Torrential” and Christmas music on. Thank God Jesse has strong lungs.
Wow. These months have been, most likely, the greatest I’ve had in my entire existence. Change is blowing in, and I’m still not cold. I love so much right now; let’s see what sticks the landing.
I love this, most likely because it’s slipping out of my hands, faster and faster. Even if there’s no chance to maintain here and now, I only hope that something else will find its way into my lap as well. And if I practice the positivity I preach, it should :)
I’m considering making a “Want Jar” wherein I must place a shiny sixpence every time I say “I want.” I think it comes up less than most but it’s still the ugliest thing. I guess a nickel could work in there too.
When I’m by myself, you don’t see myself Instead it’s everybody and anybody else
I almost wish school started three weeks ago. That’s when my happiness peaked. Blahwell, here we go -___- Please keep me sane by making school fun.
enkylopedia: madeofpaperandglue: mrgolightly: Mmmm whatcha say so effed up. oh, Degrassi :(. So many ninth grade memories. Despite all lameness, kinda powerful.
I really appreciate Danger Mouse because he’s such a larger than life entity, creates sporadically pleasing sound, and I still don’t understand what he is exactly.
All I want is to care about something so much that I can pour myself into it and not worry about what drops on the ground.
A Convenient Amnesic
Your blinds will fall and usher away All the pretty, distinct things we saw today. And those ephemeral images tucked within Run steady through a sieve of ordinary sin, A labyrinth of hopes both held and loosed. These memories aren’t created, only reused. Yet that still doesn’t mean what we saw today Was only pretense, or some child’s play. Out there was once right here...
Veer into someone new Breathing fast and all confused No time to consider What he’s yet to overcome He’s got days and days to spend A hundred holes to mend Self-diagnosed near-sighted And it’s catching on
It’s disheartening to find that the majority of my generation is obsessed with spontaneity, quirkiness, and following unnatural dreams. Those things are great, but most seem to act like that’s the end-all-be-all right answer. And often it’s the same people who champion “tearing down Society’s oppressive morals and customs” that simultaneously churn out these...
Set to Perry's B-Day Tune
Age is of no consequence, age has no stand So why is everyone so afraid of what they might miss The moment you consider the facts have already won this hand Let it fall now, just watch it drift
White lights lead you in and cold welcomes my feet Arms cross and cast shadows against the cracks But what is lost is redoubled between my ears and teeth Beams follow out, leaving our words traveling fast Histories turned out flat, a suppressed laugh Not even an opportunity to think about What the other might still have And we won’t leave without
These are a few of my favorite things... →
I harbor so much respect for Futurama and their awareness of lolcats makes me all the more impressed.
This is of great significats. →
I’m partial to Lime Cat. He was my first.
In the twilight of what you said We play along now, forgetting our head It’s so close but not enough to see Quite what you want: too much for me Ambient movements forgive all and let none Steal away anymore than one could find in the sun
It’s astounding where I find myself sometimes, especially considering my inability. It’s a combination of ‘small world,’ ‘no such thing as coincidences,’ and divine intervention. Whoever is pulling the strings…while crazy…is probably a good guy over all.
I feel like I ask more of my life than ever right now, but simultaneously, I’d be just alright if it all fell through. Some things might not be solid yet as long as there’s the possibility of a foothold here and there, I can do the dance. Here is good, especially for now.
When you’ve done things right, people won’t know you’ve done...– Futurama-as stirring as it is hilarious.
Kurt Cobain was really there; me, vicariously.
I have the most specific, peculiar dog-speak and I usually do well to keep it under wraps. But if you catch me talking to my dogs, I wouldn’t be surprised if you don’t want to see my house much more. It’s between babying and foreign influence’s manipulations. They’re both “weiner dags,” “geed dags,” and “geed booty dags.” Watch out...