My Overcrowded Highway Thoughts.
It's not so much a feeling of regret. I don't regret it. And I still think you're a decent human being. Just slightly confused, perhaps. And entirely heartless. No. It's more a feeling of defeat. I've been defeated, I admit it. And for anyone who doesn't know, admitting something like that doesn't come easy for me. You never would have known that.
I had no choice but to hear you.
'I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again, and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What's broken is broken- And I'd rather remember it as it was at it's best than mend it and see the broken places I've lived.'
The ocean. Outer space. Time. Names. Progress and development. Just one of the reasons why this will always be home.
I'm going to name my children after songs by artists like Neil Diamond, ("Sweet Caroline") Eric Clapton, ("Layla") Bob Dylan, ("The Ballad of Hollis Brown") and The Beatles ("Hey Jude.")
Sisters are probably the best thing since vodka shots and bong rips. Especially mine.
I've found the second I escape home, is the second I can't keep it off my mind.
"For those men who believe there's no reason to buy the cow when you can get the milk for free... Currently, 80% of women are against marriage too, as they have wised up to the fact that, for 7 ounces of sausage, it's not worth buying the whole pig."
Falling into a routine is not part of my routine. I'll never let it happen.
Confidence, dignity, a passing grade point average, motivation, a bank account- so hard to maintain in college.
To Whom It May Concern: You had your chance. Sincerely, Not Your Problem.
As I now know that your opinions of me were wrong- I'm not that bad. My opinions of you were wrong too- You're not that great.
Backyard tanning sessions, summer porches and handfuls of slurpees and cigarettes. I'm ready for it.
So as far as I can tell, the only things that really matter in life are rock and roll, strawberry-banana shakes and black and white film.