Wednesday, January 27, 2010
steamy windows
the weather's been changing a lot recently and a lot of rain has been coming down. Although it is definitely only because of global warming, I'm still hoping it is because spring is popping up quite soon. I love getting caught in the rain, it makes you feel so alive, its probably my favorite natural thing. Rain always makes me smile.
We'll wish this never ends
Hello there the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in backround of the morgue
The unsespecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never end
Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytime
And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders
catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
And hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
stop this pain tonight
Don't waste your time on me your already the voice inside my head
-blink182
The shadow in backround of the morgue
The unsespecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never end
Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytime
And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders
catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
And hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
stop this pain tonight
Don't waste your time on me your already the voice inside my head
-blink182
Saturday, January 16, 2010
A taste of Knowledge
A few of my fav books
The English Patient
Clockwork Orange
Lolita
The Histories
Go Ask Alice
Catcher in the Rye
Angela's Ashes
The English Patient
Clockwork Orange
Lolita
The Histories
Go Ask Alice
Catcher in the Rye
Angela's Ashes
Saturday, January 9, 2010
love is so small it can tear itself through the eye of a needle
What is love? What makes a four letter word, a single syllable, a sound mean so much to people?
People loose what's more important as they try to define everything to a single word, sometimes its just the idea that means so much more.
Sometimes so many feelings, and emotions are running through my mind that i can't comprehend anything that's going on except to most simplified stage. Sometimes all you need to know is that something feels right. It doesn't have to be perfect, there can be an awkward silence, but it makes you smile. Sometimes I think smiling is all that needs to be done, the gesture seems so much more than what words can explain. Even a crooked smile can be perfect for such a pleasant situation.
Wouldn't it be lovely if you could lay for hours just listening to yourself and another person breathe and just take in everything around you. Just appreciating the surroundings without having to say anything, looking at the clouds/stars/ceiling/wall etc and just know everything is going around you and for now you are perfectly still seeing it all happen with somebody.
Why does an abstract word need to explain all the experiences in life?
People loose what's more important as they try to define everything to a single word, sometimes its just the idea that means so much more.
Sometimes so many feelings, and emotions are running through my mind that i can't comprehend anything that's going on except to most simplified stage. Sometimes all you need to know is that something feels right. It doesn't have to be perfect, there can be an awkward silence, but it makes you smile. Sometimes I think smiling is all that needs to be done, the gesture seems so much more than what words can explain. Even a crooked smile can be perfect for such a pleasant situation.
Wouldn't it be lovely if you could lay for hours just listening to yourself and another person breathe and just take in everything around you. Just appreciating the surroundings without having to say anything, looking at the clouds/stars/ceiling/wall etc and just know everything is going around you and for now you are perfectly still seeing it all happen with somebody.
Why does an abstract word need to explain all the experiences in life?
Oh, and then we start the end
I have a few material things I really want...like a legit photography camera and then just many experiences I want to have (in which ideally the camera would capture). Even though those moments will only last seconds, the memories will last well over decades.
Every time i listen to Imogen Heap all I can think about is how I want to run through a row of speeding cars.
sweat, sun, and smiles
It's a new year, but I'm ready for this season to be over, and spring to pass because really...
I can't wait for summer!
I love it when:
the days feel longer
the cool night breeze tickles your legs
you can wear short shorts, boots and a loose T
you can curl up on the sand reading a good book and tan with your feet soaking in the water
you can drive for miles just to get out of the city and experience something completely new
you can wear big sunglasses and floppy hats, red lipstick, and high heels with bare legs
you can go for cocktails during brunch
you can blast hippie music, and feel the music dancing in circles
you can reading poetry in the sun
popping champagne and swimming drunk seems like the only thing to do at night
you can start all over in a new season
the window is down and you can feel the wind at your face blowing your hair
you can put the easel outside and paint everything you feel
you can go skinny dipping or streaking
picnics on the grass, with wine and cheese
the nights are a sum of endless memories
I can't wait for summer!
I love it when:
the days feel longer
the cool night breeze tickles your legs
you can wear short shorts, boots and a loose T
you can curl up on the sand reading a good book and tan with your feet soaking in the water
you can drive for miles just to get out of the city and experience something completely new
you can wear big sunglasses and floppy hats, red lipstick, and high heels with bare legs
you can go for cocktails during brunch
you can blast hippie music, and feel the music dancing in circles
you can reading poetry in the sun
popping champagne and swimming drunk seems like the only thing to do at night
you can start all over in a new season
the window is down and you can feel the wind at your face blowing your hair
you can put the easel outside and paint everything you feel
you can go skinny dipping or streaking
picnics on the grass, with wine and cheese
the nights are a sum of endless memories
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