January 2010
23 posts
And everyone’s sayin’
That I’m doin’ better
I’m not doin’ worse
Just a bit different
Than I did before
It’s sit
Wait, anticipate
The rain it’s cold but it feels great
If only I could pass myself
To ask for one more drink
And I’m sayin’
“one more won’t hurt
can’t you see I’m tryin’ to find my way home?
Just...
"I can dance through anything"
I’m a porcelain kid A fast crack away from a mess A kiss to the floor And toss out the door Move on I swore I was a star long enough for someone to believe me And when it was all said and done all I really wanted was to be in your sky when I burnt out tie me down on your tracks i’d rather die under you then live above
WatchI seldom allow everyone else access to my outlandish dreams and ridiculous imagination.
This is one of those times. I fall asleep to the words “What If” every night now.
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t give”
Brick, brick, brick, brick, wall
All I hear when I close my eyes Is how she whispered “Everything will be just fine someday” What’s worse is I always thought “How could she possibly know that.” But when you love her like I loved her You don’t question such things for long I just fell back into her grasp These arms like branches Holding me, the fragile ornament The multi-colored flickering...
this one IS about you
…
were you expecting more?
to be continued...
you’d be surprised how much i despise your eyes you pull them in so carelessly they don’t know they’ll never matter at all with great heart comes great responsibility good looks are just good luck the right time for the right… for all the room that i can’t give you cuz I’m afraid you’ll slip away we raised ghosts to keep us safe at night they haunt us...
here's what I got...
I’m gonna start a video blog.
I made a comment to Jordin that our lives should be a reality show. If not for them then for us. 2010 has a fuse on it, and I don’t know when or where, it’s gonna explode. And I’d like to have the entire before and after to relive. It’s more than a video, it’s art It’s more than art, it’s movement It’s more...
so, like...
fuck you
and all your inconsistencies and failures of strength. the way you can’t fly unless I get a running start like a fucking kite the pain you flail around in because you’re wounded like you’re the only fuckin’ one fuck your life and everyone involved in it for making you think you’re living it the right way i’m not necessarily living mine the right way...
it's not the end of the world...
…but I can see it from here
It’s prettier than I thought.
Class. then… Assassin’s and Prophets (Lost ones). Rest of the day. LSL Lyric:
“he said ‘this is the kind of day that makes you believe in God.’”
oh wesley...
Ryan: and did u get a friend request from some kid showing off his abs too that is jordins friend
Nick: fuckin wesley!?!?! i wanna rape him
Ryan: haha he has like the nicest body everrrr
i was like if nick sees him they are so going to fuck like rabbits
Nick: i wanna destroy him
Ryan: u mean his anus? lol
Nick: i'd let him destroy mine silly
More on this later…
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there’s a very satisfying sound when denim meets carpet. if you haven’t heard it, you’re a prude.
...
if i only could
make a deal with god
get him to swap our places
