sexual encounter, care for one?
lethargy, hopelessness, burning headache. but an interesting bit of blue ball point pen phone art.
"every time i think i pin down what i want it slips away"
"the way she paints the world i want that in my life"
"she dont know what it means but the music makes her wanna be the song"
i wonder if things go easily they dont mean as much. its seems to be the best things are just so fucking hard
and im annoyed with my dramatizing depressed teenage mood tonight, its bullshit. im really tired of teenage bullshit
"No one gets too old to learn a new way of being stupid."
"Sex should be wild. Unfettered and free. We're animals, aren't we? And, basically, we're all wolves in sheep's fur. I always wanted more. Not frequency, I am not talking about frequency; although that would have been great, too. I wanted more intensity. I wanted to be out there, outside myself, outside my skin. I wanted sex to be like robbing life out of the jaws of death! "
Robin Green, Northern Exposure, Goodbye to All That, 1991
i feel like ive changed so much in a year, sometimes i dont recognize bits of myself, odd i wonder what happened.
"This language used is all worn out
A walking corpse that won't play dead"
"Pop tunes, false rhymes, all lightweight bluffs
Second-hand ideas, no soul, no hate
Wasn't mean to be, oh go and read a book its so much more worth while"
"every time i think i pin down what i want it slips away"
"the way she paints the world i want that in my life"
"she dont know what it means but the music makes her wanna be the song"
i wonder if things go easily they dont mean as much. its seems to be the best things are just so fucking hard
and im annoyed with my dramatizing depressed teenage mood tonight, its bullshit. im really tired of teenage bullshit
"No one gets too old to learn a new way of being stupid."
"Sex should be wild. Unfettered and free. We're animals, aren't we? And, basically, we're all wolves in sheep's fur. I always wanted more. Not frequency, I am not talking about frequency; although that would have been great, too. I wanted more intensity. I wanted to be out there, outside myself, outside my skin. I wanted sex to be like robbing life out of the jaws of death! "
Robin Green, Northern Exposure, Goodbye to All That, 1991
i feel like ive changed so much in a year, sometimes i dont recognize bits of myself, odd i wonder what happened.
"This language used is all worn out
A walking corpse that won't play dead"
"Pop tunes, false rhymes, all lightweight bluffs
Second-hand ideas, no soul, no hate
Wasn't mean to be, oh go and read a book its so much more worth while"