i love florida.

pictures to come.

i've been writing songs, and parts to songs, and little snipits of parts to songs. it's quite a relief from the mundane everyday experiences.

Dave Bazan speaks words that I think. Only, he knows how to spin them into intricate stories that involve tons of irony.

i fucking hate this paper with a passion.

i'm so so tired.
physically and mentally.

i'm also thinking of deleting this thing. all it does now is cause unwanted controversy. i write what i think, but sometimes i think people don't understand what i'm saying.

The campus is still, its features softened by the absence of people. In the distance I can see the library. Eight floors of sprawling white concrete that sticks out like a blurry finger in an otherwise beautiful photograph. It's like the photographer's finger slipped into the viewfinder just as the shutter opened and closed. I stand under the ( Read more... )

So I've decided that I want to declare my major. English. Who knows, maybe I'll be a music critic one day.

But what I really want to do is play.

I write what I think. I do not expect any of you to agree or like it. The post below is not about Christians in general. I'm all for praising a higher power. I believe in God.

The post below was written on a whim. I did not write it with malicious intentions.

bow chicka bow chicka chicka bow bow.

Your Birthdate: May 19
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i don't have a purpose for college anymore.