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So maybe tomorrow.
Can't quite remember what its like to be rebellious anymore ( Read more... ) -
Dancing in my wooden shoes
Where do you go when the stars go blue?
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(discouraged:)
YOU SIT THERE IN YOUR HEARTACHE
WAITING ON SOME BEAUTIFUL BOY
TO SAVE YOU FROM YOUR OLD WAYS.
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Sunday Afternoons
I know this boy. He once let me fall asleep on his shoulder on a train headed away from where he was supposed to be. He caught a nasty flu bug from me at about the worst of times but didn't get angry. He's smart, funny, talented, caring and he laughs at the things I say. He gave me a bunch of songs by Dave Matthews Band. He doesn't know how amazing ( Read more... ) -
I think I'll start it over where no one knows my name.
One last phone call from you
it wouldn't hurt much,
just like to hear your voice
and pretend to touch
any inch of you that hasn't said
it all or read it all or sung
my life away.
Stars and Boulevards
It seems that now the mid-years are over there isn't enough to take my mind off things. More has happened in the past month than in the past six, and ( Read more... ) -
Right.
Now we're all in this mess and I would like to blame everyone and anyone but I know I can't. This may perhaps be one of those classic moments we're not allowed to figure out. Yet I have to begin somewhere.
I cannot tell what you are thinking, and I can only ask you to tell me, and hold out for the day you do.
If all of us could start by forgiving ( Read more... ) -
505
It seems we cannot go a single day without making a scene. Sometimes I cry because I care, sometimes I cry because I don't.
And I never mean to frustrate you, but I always do. -
(but he talks like a gentleman)
Thursday
(start)
Chemistry tutorial
Math lecture
Literature Pride & Prejudice tutorial
Biology Mock Practical Assessment
Knowledge & Inqury tutorial (note to self: ask for a deadline extension for that essay very, very politely)
Pre-U Seminar briefing at 4:40
Work at 6:30
(end: breathe)
The thought of the weekend keeps me going, and I am supremely grateful ( Read more... ) -
I remember, stormy weather, the way the sky looks when it's cold
This morning it rained crazy-bad, and before anyone noticed it went away.
The world himalayan has been stuck in my head since the cup of Himalayan tea latte this morning. The lady behind the counter remembers I take low-fat milk, and the past two times she's been reminding me cause I keep forgetting to mention when I order. I suppose when you ( Read more... )
