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May. 7th, 2009 @ 11:25 pm
Yeah, how about you stop being a vagoo and realize i make you happy.

Anyone wanna come to Mexico? Aug. 30th, 2008 @ 02:37 pm

School's on Tuesady... I'm scared shitless... Anyone wanna run away with me to Mexico? I'm open to suggestions if Mexico is not where you'd like to go...

Come home from camping... I like it when you're around :)

How do we feel?: nervousnervous
What are the sounds?: Our House - Madness

Mar. 3rd, 2008 @ 10:34 am

Your romantic interludes tear me appart
I am a fool...

Hands intertwining,
like vines.
Breath hangs,
opium clouds floating.
Curls framing two,
autumn leaves on the ground.
Two eyes consume me,
oceans changing tides...

You kill me everytime...

Current Location: bed
What are the sounds?: Wild Horses - The Sundays

AHHH!! Feb. 6th, 2008 @ 02:55 am
 ... so fucking itchy....
Current Location: Bed
How do we feel?: highhigh
What are the sounds?: Nausea - Beck

Letters and Soda Dec. 1st, 2007 @ 12:58 am

I missed the sound of your voice, the touch of your lips and how everything just feels right when I'm in your arms. We sat and talked our hands entwined, eyes locked on one another. You give me butterflies, you make me smile. I love your calloused hands, and your shaggy blond hair. I brush it out of your eyes, you kiss me on the nose. My clothes smell like you, I love sleeping in your bed. This is the closest I've been to happy in a long time.

You need to make up your mind... I like things done in black and white.

Current Location: Bed
How do we feel?: confusedconfused
What are the sounds?: The Walk - Imogen Heap
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How can you make me believe everything is going to work out and then you tell me to make other plans without any justifacation other than "It's a long story". Fuck you and your long story... tell me this tale and I will judge the length of it. You can't say sweet things and hold me when I cry and then just drop it. You can't.... you just can't.

When you said happiness
Is all you wanted
You said this
Is all you wanted
How I miss
We almost made it

When you wake up, sad and alone... realize this... you've done it to yourself.

Edit: In other news: I went to the doctor and I may be developing IBS and CVS... how fabulous! I'm now 120 years old

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I love pandora.com!
I hate basically everything else...
life blows...

I like too many boys

I look like a babe in my grad picture.
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Why can't you just open up to me and talk? Why wont you let your secrets, your fears and your dreams rain down upon me like a torrential downpour? Do you not understand that I can't handle it? I can't survive on half truths, and "because"s.... you'll drive me mad before you learn to trust me. I need you to empty out you're emotional baggage onto the floor so we can fold and sort the issues into piles and work through them. You make me nervous.... you make me squrim. I'm sorry that I can't erase what all of the other girls did to you, and I'm sorry that I cannot mend your broken heart, but you can't shut me out forever. You can't hide in the shadows for the rest of your life, eventually you'll have to expose who you really are.

Why can't you just say yes? Why can't you simply open your mouth and let the 6 words spill out and form what they will. You worry me with your inability to commit to me. You make me fear every girl that passes by. You make me feel forgettable. When I am with you I feel like a muted immage, and every other girl that passes by is a vivacious piece of living art. I'm sorry I am so grey, I'm sorry I don't mean enough to you for you to accept my flaws, and want to be surprised by who I can be. I'm sorry we are meaningless.

» Chamillionary man
"niggas don't dance we be saggin our pants so low you can see our boxers man, we body rock"

I can't stop listening to the gangstar beats.... and I'm not even trying to hide it
» I love spoons...?
I don't know what it is about you that makes me feel the way I do. You frustrate me to no end and make me want to scream, and still I can't help but miss you whenever I'm not talking to you. It's only been three weeks, but I can honestly say that you're making me happier than any other boy has ever tried to. You make me smile, and you make me blush, I am very luck I have met you. I know that we've moved really quickly with some things, but for the first time in my life I have no regrets, I have no second thoughts. I want to spend every moment of my day with you, talking, laughing anything. I like being with you... I really do
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