Maybe its too late for hope to save us; Im a dreamer, you know that Im a dreamer
you know its summer when...
you sit outside at night and think how pretty the fireflies are and wonder where all the stars went. and even despite the fact that you are perfectly content, you wish that there was someone next to you to think the same things you were thinking.
You sit in a plastic white sun chair and contemplate your life and the future while the silence buzzes and echoes in your ears.
You worry about your friends, your family, and yourself as crickets chirp and cars whiz by your house, blaring obnoxious rap music with the bass turned on.
And you get ready to sand your door so it will be able to lock while your 30 year old neighbor who still lives with his mother revs his engine in a pathetic attempt to get his car ,that he specifically worked on, to start.
tonight was not a good night until the end where Emily conquers the world and gets in touch with her spritual self in her back yard.
her lips and face are all sticky from all the bubble gum shes been chewing and blowing. [[she's lucky it hasnt gotten in her hair]]
and now grey's anatomy awaits her, as well as her door that needs to be sanded in order to lock, and a very brightly lit room.
goodnight lovers.<3
happy 25.