"Fight every fight like you can win - an iron fisted champion?
An iron willed fuck up!
Can anybody tell me why god won't speak to me?
Why jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas?
Why death is easier than living?
You can be almost anything when you're on your fucking knees.

..Untouchable is something to be.."

I don't have a lot to offer ( Read more... )

my biggest lesson to ever learn is the fact that people don't like you for the things you do or like. or, more accurately, "you are more than the sum of what you consume". i'm still holding on to some outdated high school mentality that if i like the right bands or act the right way, people will like me for that, or at least be attracted to me ( Read more... )

this has been the longest winter ever. so much has happened, it feels like the cold will never let up. there was a teaser of a brief period of warmth, followed by snow. i just want the carefree spring air. i want life in the ground, and to walk outside without five layers of clothing.

monique and i had a conversation about a week ago about dreams. what we dream about, what dreams we remember, et cetera. i mentioned that i rarely remember my dreams, and when i do, i just typically forget about them. since then, i've been remembering them because when i wake up out of them, i think about how i said i always forget them, so i dwell ( Read more... )

when you're in love, it's easy to write about that, and it's difficult to write about being lonely. when you're lonely, it's easy to write about that, and very difficult to write about being in love. it's when you can write about something other than those two subjects that you can call yourself a writer ( Read more... )

"i wish i had an orchestra behind me. to show you how i feel. well, the orchestra remains imaginary. but this little ukulele is real. i wish i had an orchestra behind me. when you lose faith, an orchestra gives proof. the orchestra can tell you pretty stories, but this little ukulele tells the truth." - sm ( Read more... )

while grasping at straws, always seeming to focus especially on the unattainable. letting the events [we] know will never occur haunt; ghosts of past, present, and future constantly berating. hurling insults to remind that the things held most dear, the things chosen to focus on, are mere daydreams that refuse to go away ( Read more... )

The thermostat is configured correctly, but I'm still shaking. I know why, but I don't let myself think about it for too long, or I'll never sleep tonight. Random images and ideas will flood my mind like flash cards in a kaleidoscope ( Read more... )

Bright Eyes - 2007-11-19 ( Read more... )