so. this is pretty much the best-written verse in music (ever ( Read more... )

yes is a pleasant country:
if's wintry
(my lovely)
let's open the year

both is the very weather
(not either)
my treasure,
when violets appear

love is a deeper season
than reason;
my sweet one
(and april's where we're)

ee cummings.

Happy new year.

I can't believe 2005 is over. There is supposed to be tragedy in 2012, you know, and I think I'd rather die than live through it or after it or whatever. But anyway. It's December, and I miss a lot of things from the Spring. (December looks like its spelt wrong ( Read more... )

Making a mixtape for a friend. And I like it ( Read more... )

So, yes.
What I like about college:
Boys

What I do not:
dorm rooms.

The end.

well, you knew I had this all going on, and, still, you fucked with my day. Hardly past 8am by the time you did so--great job, there.

and I was thinking that was where I'm supposed to feel welcomed. it all comes back to this anyway, and shouldn't've I just know it.

and I'm sick.

Ohhhhh, guess what, it's Friday, 9.09 pm, and I am sitting in room, alone and very happy with myself. I am tired and cold and made the wise decision to skip basketball madness Gampel things, and cuddle by myself in my warm bed, in my warm clothing and be, generally, warm. Rain makes me tired, or maybe that's just the lack of sleep last night. ( Read more... )

Oh, fuck, I can't type.

Have I ever mentioned how much I love the Decemberists ( Read more... )

so you can't see from the fog pressed against the windows of your bedroom--cant check the weather, justwant to know if its hot or cold out, eh? and now yeh don't even know where you are. you've never been in some volcano, though. you've never been in a world of white trees, white rocks, white houses, white grasses, whitewhitewhiteland; and a sky ( Read more... )