to lie by your side for sublime centuries til we crumble to dust and are crushed by a single sunbeam
so i'm at one of those christmas get-togethers you have with your relatives, right, and it's alright, filial love ftw or whatever, okay. and it's not that i was bored but i was wishing i could be somewhere else, even though i didn't know where.
this is something i sent to the sweetest girl i know to pass the time:
peppermint patty (haha. don't kill me, stumph, it's christmas) --
said the shepherd boy to the mighty king: do you know what i know?
i dont know anything.
princes never do.
i'm the black sheep boy. im the reindeer nobody loved.
except that when youre around every part of me glows.
we both know id kill to fly.
but only through your skies.
you are a radio (of my favorite songs).
you are an open door (more like the gates of heaven opened up).
i am a faulty string of blue christmas lights.
-- xo
and bless sonstoodstammer's sweet & most blessed heart, she replied with this:
king of kingstons --
am on my way home from a visit with relatives. dodged awkward questions and took awkward photos and avoided the fruitcake like a plague. lanterns are the loneliest when all you see on a roof is one. december could have done without.
by now you can probably tell this isn't my favorite season. but i left your stocking up by the fireplace. it's hot pink. with ruffles. something like payback for all those times you've kept me warm? (if i were any cornier, i'd start sporuting husks and farting kernels, christ).
but then again, it's christmas, and on christmas (without hope or agenda, heh heh) you tell the truth. here's mine:
i am grateful for you.
funny, isn't it? how amidst animatronic nativities, fake pine trees and plastic mistletoes, the "world's best liar" is my singular, truest holiday cheer.
come on over for a nightcap and i'll keep ol' scrooge in check.
-- a patrick in a pear tree
p.s. spike the eggnog and i'm sticking coal so far up your you-know-what you won't get to properly you-know-what 'til 2008. take that as you will, so long as you take me along with you, wait what? merry christmas, wentz.
i am so thankful for what we have, and whatever keeps us together, and how we sing together till our voices get rough and how we talk things over till it's smooth sailing and oceansun for us.
i am thankful for the right friends and the right loves.
(and maybe some books.)
stay safe and warm this christmas, everyone ♥
this is something i sent to the sweetest girl i know to pass the time:
peppermint patty (haha. don't kill me, stumph, it's christmas) --
said the shepherd boy to the mighty king: do you know what i know?
i dont know anything.
princes never do.
i'm the black sheep boy. im the reindeer nobody loved.
except that when youre around every part of me glows.
we both know id kill to fly.
but only through your skies.
you are a radio (of my favorite songs).
you are an open door (more like the gates of heaven opened up).
i am a faulty string of blue christmas lights.
-- xo
and bless sonstoodstammer's sweet & most blessed heart, she replied with this:
king of kingstons --
am on my way home from a visit with relatives. dodged awkward questions and took awkward photos and avoided the fruitcake like a plague. lanterns are the loneliest when all you see on a roof is one. december could have done without.
by now you can probably tell this isn't my favorite season. but i left your stocking up by the fireplace. it's hot pink. with ruffles. something like payback for all those times you've kept me warm? (if i were any cornier, i'd start sporuting husks and farting kernels, christ).
but then again, it's christmas, and on christmas (without hope or agenda, heh heh) you tell the truth. here's mine:
i am grateful for you.
funny, isn't it? how amidst animatronic nativities, fake pine trees and plastic mistletoes, the "world's best liar" is my singular, truest holiday cheer.
come on over for a nightcap and i'll keep ol' scrooge in check.
-- a patrick in a pear tree
p.s. spike the eggnog and i'm sticking coal so far up your you-know-what you won't get to properly you-know-what 'til 2008. take that as you will, so long as you take me along with you, wait what? merry christmas, wentz.
i am so thankful for what we have, and whatever keeps us together, and how we sing together till our voices get rough and how we talk things over till it's smooth sailing and oceansun for us.
i am thankful for the right friends and the right loves.
(and maybe some books.)
stay safe and warm this christmas, everyone ♥