(I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

Nothing makes sense anymore ( Read more... )

If we were all given a choice of what we could be in our lives without fear of the unknown, fear of retribution or fear of failure, maybe we'd all be a little more successful ( Read more... )

"How do you know when how much is too much? Too much too soon. Too much information. Too much fun. Too much love. Too much to ask... And when is it all just too much to bear?" -- Meredith Grey

And now I'm all alone again, nowhere to turn, no one to go to ( Read more... )

It was kismet. We laughed, we argued, we talked, we cried. We've gone through the entire range of emotions - or at least a lot of it - from happy to sad and straight to despair ( Read more... )

I seriously can't believe this is really happening.

I can't.

THREE DAYS

• Food processor (good one)
• Set of knives, cuz mine suck
• Electronic keyboard, sustain pedal and stand
• Any book by Douglas Coupland, minus the ones I already have (i haven't read Microserfs)
• A new iPod

I went to sleep at 9:30pm last night with the intention of getting up early this morning.

I didn't wake up until 6am.

So why the hell am I still tired?