Change your heart, it will astound you.

Tue, 22 Dec 2009 07:49:45 GMT

For the most part it wasn't too difficult, although sometimes I had to wrestle my jealousies into the closet when you weren't looking.

Posted via LiveJournal.app.

Your heart is my piñata.

Mon, 21 Dec 2009 17:02:52 GMT

"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring."

For the past two days, I have sustained myself on copious amounts of unhealthy food, lack of energy, keeping ungodly hours and more sleep than can be possibly be healthy. As a result of my lack of socialization over the past few days, I am craving all sorts of things.

And yes I think I'm back to blogging here.

Hurricane Drunk.

Fri, 18 Dec 2009 10:37:39 GMT

I'm going out, I'm gonna drink myself to death.
And in the crowd I see you with someone else.
I brace myself, cause I know it's going to hurt.
But I like to think at least things can't get any worse.

I hope that you see me, cause I'm staring at you.
But when you look over, you look right through.
Then you lean and kiss her on the head.
And I never felt so alive, and so.. dead.

I'm going out, I'm gonna drink myself to death.
And in the crowd, I see you with someone else.
I brace myself, cause I know it's going to hurt.
I'm going out, woah-oh-o.

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 14:59:03 GMT

My embarrassing admission is I really like that you’re nice, right now.

Sat, 03 Oct 2009 21:49:25 GMT

But to put it simply, I wish you knew. Somehow.

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 20:53:46 GMT

There is a reason why I hate celebrating my birthdays.

Tonight, I feel awfully forsaken. And lonely.

Fuzzy Blue Lights.

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 17:59:13 GMT

If I was standing on the balcony, and you were walking down below.
I’d feel rather depressed and out of place and lonely just to watch you go.
If you were swinging from the highway overpass, within the western hemisphere.
I’d feel rather afraid and insincere if you began to disappear.

If I was walking through a sad art gallery, and you were driving through the night.
I’d feel rather alone and ill at ease, beneath the brilliant showroom light.
If I was flying on a plane above your town, and you were gazing at the sky.
Somehow I’d feel intact and reassured if you began to wave goodbye.

Bird stealing bread.

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 17:39:06 GMT

Tell me, baby, tell me.
Does her company make light of a rainy day?
How I've missed you lately and all the way we would speak.
And all that we wouldn't say.

Does her hands in your hair feel a lot like a thing you believe in?
Or a bit like a bird stealing bread out from under your nose?

Tell me, baby, tell me.
Do you carry the words around like a key or change?
I've been thinking lately of a night on the stoop.
And all that we wouldn't say.

If I see you again on the street by the beach in the evening,
Will you fly like a bird stealing bread out from under my nose?

Fri, 04 Sep 2009 22:05:50 GMT

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 19:22:55 GMT

Truly miss the times when we were all younger and happier. When things were simple and real. Wish I had captured those times - all precious memories spent during my teenage years.

Growing up, truly sucks.

Let your fears go, you might find that you’re not lost. And not alone.

Wah classic,
I tell her that my heart is like a big empty sack.
The sack's sturdy, it could hold a whole marketplace.
And yet, there's nothing inside.

Stay up late and watch cartoons.

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 17:28:53 GMT

And besides you're probably holding hands,
With some skinny, pretty girl that likes to talk about bands.
And all I wanna do is ride bikes with you,
And stay up late and watch cartoons.

Duck Tales, Shirt tails, Talespin, Sailor Moon, GI Joe, Robotech, Ron Jeremy, Schmoo.

I wanna watch cartoons with you.
Josie and the Pussycats and Scooby Doo,
I want you to watch cartoons with me.
He-man, Voltron and Hong-Kong-Fui.

I tried to ask you to your face,
But no words came out.
I put on my hood and walked away.
That doesn't mean I don't like you.

Mon, 24 Aug 2009 10:33:08 GMT

No, scrap that.

Heart over head kinda person.

Mon, 17 Aug 2009 18:06:09 GMT

So be it, I'm your crowbar.
If that's what I am so far.
Until you get out of this mess.
And I will pretend, that I don't know of your sins.
Until you are ready to confess.
But all the time, all the time,
I'll know, I'll know.

And you can use my skin
To bury secrets in.
And I will settle you down.
And at my own suggestion, I will ask no questions.
While I do my thing in the background.
But all the time, all the time,
I'll know, I'll know.
Baby, I can't help you out, while she's still around.

So for the time being, I'm being patient.
And amidst this bitterness,
If you'll just consider this, even if it doesn't make sense.
All the time - give it time.
And when the crowd becomes your burden
And you've early closed your curtains,
I'll wait by the backstage door.
While you try to find the lines to speak your mind,
And pry it open, hoping for an encore.

And if it gets too late, for me to wait.
For you to find you love me, and tell me so
It's okay, don't need to say it.

Because it's such a beautiful haunting song & such a classical heart over head situation I always put myself in. It prefectly spells out my feelings.

It's all a bit tragic, really, isn't it?

Sat, 15 Aug 2009 09:32:43 GMT

Wendy: I think you have, Peter. And I daresay you've felt it yourself. For something... or... someone?
Peter: Never. Even the sound of it offends me.
Peter: Why do you have to spoil everything? We have fun, don't we? I taught you to fly and to fight. What more could there be?
Wendy: There is so much more.
Peter: What? What else is there?
Wendy: I don't know. I guess it becomes clearer when you grow up.
Peter: Well, I will not grow up. You cannot make me! I will banish you like Tinkerbell.
Wendy: I WILL NOT BE BANISHED!
Peter: Then go home. Go home and grow up. And take your feelings with you!

Mon, 10 Aug 2009 09:45:55 GMT

How to lead a carefree life.

Mon, 10 Aug 2009 08:57:00 GMT

Sat, 01 Aug 2009 18:46:12 GMT

It's going to be one of those futile situations which I love to trap myself in, again.

Lover I don't have to love.

Sat, 01 Aug 2009 05:59:33 GMT

I picked you out,
Of a crowd and talked to you.
Said I liked your shoes,
You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?"

I want a lover I don't have to love.
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk.
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full.
I need some meaning I can memorize.
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.

But you, but you...

You write such pretty words,
But life's no storybook.
Love's an excuse to get hurt.
And to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do.
Then hurt me.

Wed, 22 Jul 2009 03:01:24 GMT

"You know me, I'm impulsive."
"That's what I love about you."

1.

Wed, 03 Jun 2009 17:00:53 GMT

I don't know if I should be feeling sad or proud of myself that when everyone else seems to be out enjoying their night, I'm here on my desk reading the mega-thick book of The Basics of Communication Research and completing my 11-question tutorial, all the time listening to Chopin. This is evolution.

Sappho.

Tue, 02 Jun 2009 05:06:28 GMT

You leave me fragments and they are more real
than a library of novels. Wisps of words
from centuries ago, caught in the translation.
I often feel I am living in fragments, skipping

over words leaving the rest of the sentence
blank in order to move on to the next page.
Maybe there is hope in fragments, that what is lost
can always be filled in by someone who knows.

"Remember that at any given moment, there are thousand things you can love."

Adults are, like, this mess of sadness and phobias.

Fri, 29 May 2009 21:14:41 GMT

Joel: "I can't see anything that I don't like about you."
Clementine: "But you will! But you will. You know, you will think of things. And I'll get bored with you and feel trapped because that's what happens with me."
Joel: "Okay."
Clementine: [pauses] "Okay."

Fri, 29 May 2009 19:56:37 GMT

I'm fucking sorry for even trying. What a fool I've been.

And then you.

Thu, 28 May 2009 19:51:37 GMT

How my thoughts they spin me round.
And how my thoughts they let me down.
And how my thoughts they spin me round.
And how my thoughts they let me down.

And how my dreams they spin me round.
And how my dreams they let me down.
And how my thoughts they spin me round.
And how my thoughts they let me down.

And then there's you.
Then there's you.
Then there's you.
Then there's you.

And how my love it spins me round.
And how my love it's let me down.
And how my thoughts they spin me round.
And how my thoughts they let me down.

And then there's you.
Then there's you.
Then there's you.
Then there's you.

You know that I know you well.
I've written all myself, if you can't tell.
With a melody that climbs and then falls.
Then falls.
Then falls.
Without you.
Without you.

How my days they spin me round.
And how today it sets me down.
And how my days they spin me round.
And how today it sets me down.
Alongside you.
Alongside you.
Alongside you.

My humdrum lullaby, alongside many others. Makes you wanna zzzz..

Thu, 28 May 2009 06:12:05 GMT

I'll wear my badge; a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest.
That tells your new friends I am a visitor here.
I am not permanent.