Touch my tears with your lips. Touch my world with your fingertips.

the extra strength felt weak...

back in roanoke. thing's are...bleh...here. best i can do is look at the day-to-day and try to make the best of it. nostalgia and apathetic lethargy. like a maimed animal on the side of the road this morning.

dismissed.

- Emily's at school now.
+ Turning 18 tomorrow.
+ Moving to Minneapolis on Friday.
- Rain. Lots of it.
+ $8/hour to work with my dad, plus free books and other random stuff.
+ Knocked out a bunch of reading recently.
+ Lots of fun @ my birthday/going away party Saturday.

"...besides which [she] would never understand me because I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."

Have you ever buried your face in your hands ( Read more... )

some are sayin that its very odd, people killin for the love of god ( Read more... )

Once again, long days & long nights.

Some people talk too much and it doesn't make me happy.

Close the door and turn the lights low ( Read more... )

If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put foundations under them.