February 2009
25 posts
blackberry.
send me your pins.
mine is 31F1267B!
“i want a boy who’s so drunk he doesn’t talk. where is the kid with the chemicals? i got a hunger and i can’t seem to get full.”
conor says it best, always. i think enough for the both of us. and my mind has been racing so much as of late. i don’t know if its these new pills i’m taking or this new state of mind you’ve put me in. i have no reason and...
“i’ve got bruises on my hands and knees, and a list of failures in between....”
drunk.
dear band whores,
that better fucking teach you to EVER fuck with my friends again. the next time i see you and there’s no one there to hold me back you better fucking believe i will beat your ass to the ground. girls like you deserve a fucking reputation, girls like me and my friends do not. don’t think you can come up in my fucking city and call me out because you’ve got...
i keep typing and i keep deleting and i keep starting over. this applies to this stupid fucking blog and to my life. just when things seem like they’re going to stick, and i can finally have some sort of constant in my life, i have to fucking hit the delete key and start all over again. i don’t think i’m asking for a lot. i give give give all the time. i give all the time and ask...
i want you.
i want you to challenge me, tell me i’m wrong. i want you to criticize me, tell me i should listen to better music. i want you to make me think, feel and fall so hard i won’t know what hit me. i want you to wear me out, fuck me up til i can’t stand on my own two feet. i just want to know that you have the capability to make me so fucking dizzy. play with my head, my...
i felt you in my legs, before i even met you. and...
i was thinking today about how good i am at fitting things together. my brain has this way of seeing the way things will fit together. i think my brain has always worked this way. i will avoid a situation if i don’t think something will fit. i will push you away and pass you by if i don’t see how your over-compensated words will ever wrap themselves around my pulchritudinous, musical...
THC.
i just smoked blunt i rolled myself and i feel like everything is slanted and i’m trying not to give in to the munchies and i haven’t washed my hair since tuesday but i can’t stop thinking about destructive i am and how there is such a thing as being too carefree. i refuse to let myself give two shits and i string you along and my head is too fuzzy half the time and i make the...
things i need in the near future:
- a new car (this will be happening by the beginning of march, thank god)
- a clean room (get real, danielle, get real)
- a clear mind (yeah…nope)
- new clothes (i need to go to AA and urban, pronto)
- a boy(friend?) (i just really want to take someone on a date)
- a flipcam (i want to start making videos again)
- my photo website to be up (this is in...
my birthday gift to myself is absolutely going to be a john mayer tattoo.
“i believe that my life’s gonna see the love i give return to me.”
thoughts?
my imaginary playlist
for the boy i wish existed.
are you alone - the starting line
i’m bored, you’re amorous - dear and the headlights
colorful language - you me and everyone we know
come pick me up - ryan adams
you’re not mine - the morning light
brand new colony - the postal service
i’m afraid there’s a hole in my brain - playradioplay
all i have - the rocket summer
take me...
Listen
in a few hours, i will be leaving my teenage years behind and that scares me to death.
