It's interesting to me how songs can become attached to memories.

There aren't words that would sufficiently describe the weekend.

Build me up buttercup, don't break my heart

We can vote.

We can go to war.

So maybe we can also navigate ourselves through the Museum of Science for the 800th time in our lives sans chaperones.

AP Tests.My god. The amount of secrecy involved is just a hairline below having the test booklets accompanied by the message "This packet will self-destruct once the examination he has come to a close. Do not detonate the booklet until your proctor has specified the appropriate time to do so ( Read more... )

Really, though. All I can say right now is: you absolutely suck. Well done.

More later.

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click it. yay.

So! During the past 5 days in Germany I ( Read more... )

...is an eternity when you're waiting for the bell to ring ( Read more... )

strange what desire will make foolish people do...

what a wicked game you play to make me feel this way
what a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you
what a wicked thing to say you never felt this way
what a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you

and i don't wanna fall in love with you
this world is only gunna break your heart

I hate when emotions make you physically sick ( Read more... )

The statement(s) I'm about to make will be wildly contradictory ( Read more... )