I'm deleting my picture journal, and this will be my picture/other stuff journal. yepyepyep ( Read more... )

there are just some people who are just way cooler than me. much more loved than me. and way hotter than me.
and that's when I think
.thank.GOD.
cos I guess I'm okay with me. and although there are improvements to be made, I don't want to be anyone else.
so yeah, that's all.

I just emailed Joseph Arthur and told him that next time around, he should play in Phoenix ( Read more... )

( and wales...and green. )

Hello, again, England.

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I played poker with macaulay culkin and had a moment with conor deasy.

it's a love/hate thing
of instances slipping from my memory.
it's good to not recall the touch, it makes the meaning more relevant
when you need it.
but then the autumn air. the noise, the smell of it.
it's like it's trying to crawl out.
the feelings of my past.

but I want to move on.
I'm giving myself that much.

Few.

as in, not a lot.

I woke up in someone else's bedroom. it was the most disoriented I've felt in years. and waking up next to someone was just as strange. I didn't really remember anything. I was just sort of scared and unsure. he, on the other hand was all in his head, and very aware. he smiled at me. I think I remember ( Read more... )

This journal has just recently changed from friends only, to whoever-the-heck-wants-to-see-can-see.
enjoy.
Love, Kelly