at some point realizing you k[no]w longer belong to me (and, oh how cliche ( Read more... )

I had this dream last night. I am writing it down because I think I should. This account is more about detail than being interesting ( Read more... )

i hoped in all of this to be singled out as beautiful ( Read more... )

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as in my sister had a baby. a wonderfully tiny and thankfully healthy, five pounds of sweetness baby boy named ( Read more... )

james stewart has a swagger in his voice
and feeling dry hot days in your throat months before they happen.
being in love with movie stars
who have been dead twenty, thirty years.

calm heavy feeling in my chest
wanting dearly
to be
(that girl)

anyways...
finding all of this
really
quite
boring.

love in your eyes

or anywhere quiet. like class ( Read more... )

makes my head hurt
because all of the music gets confused
and i get head aches notably at 6pm on tuesdays.

i'm supposed to write a paper on blues but
i find my self sitting
listening to robert johnson
drinking beer

and thinking about my own blues.

spent all last night covering everything from opera to lied, beethoven, hadyn, mozart and all the fluff that fell from the side, fell into bed at about 4 and woke up a few hours later with some extra cheesy phrases from a hadyn symphony bubbling clumsily in my left ear ( Read more... )

i am very proud of myself because i unpacked my clothes after just one day so i have actually been changing my clothes and taking showers.

my life can be summed up in a few sentences.

sick of being so selfish.

inspired by folks as sweet as leaving cookies out for you on a plate with swirls and flowers.