fuck school fuck school fuck school.

fuck everything. i hate this shit.

GUAH fdalkhf'aosdf.

Fuck. Its been over a year since I posted anything ( Read more... )

I'm at the willow house with  Miles. Its his last poetry reading.

this is where he asked me to prom.

where we had our first couple dates. every day on spring break.

i feel so troubled today. we talked about peace, and how if ever, it could be possible. we talked about anarchy. we talked about liberal vs. conservative. I've been thinking about these ( Read more... )

summer is over. I had so many things to do, so many people i wanted to catch up with and most of the things i wanted to do never got done. somehow. i didn't save any money. i didn't sew- AT ALL. I didn't hang out with jamie, i didn't visit mike, i hung out with grace for like five minutes, but really, i accomplished almost nothing that i set out to ( Read more... )

I've had some insane dreams lately ( Read more... )

summer.

finally.

prom was way more fun than i thought it would be.

i looked exactly how i wanted to look.

my date was sweet.

my group was fun.

the limo was nice.

everything was nice. it was so great.

soy milk is so amazing.

mmmm.

Things, People, Places that I need to appreciate:
Miles. Grace. Melinda. Ryan. Tyler. Vicky. Ian. Megan. Mike. Amanda. Chelsea. Humanity.
Grass. Nature. Leaves. Imperfections. Wind. Storms. The moon. The stars. AFI. The Drums. Vibrations. Sounds. 
Circles. Squares. Triangles. Numbers.
Streets. The Shins. Squirrels. 
Saltine Crackers. Dirty spring water.
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today i was reading an interview with bob dylan. (i've decided tonight i'm not going to capitalize anything. please forgive me ( Read more... )