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so i've been sitting on my bedroom floor for the last hour, listening to the rain fall and reading all of my past lj entries. wow how things have changed. here are some lines from things i've written or comments you all have written me that make me smile/appreciative/inspired...
ben bish, the fish thrower guy...
death hurts...
We can bomb the world to pieces, but we can't bomb it into peace...
i wish i would erase the past...
Keep in touch dollface...
I basically, essentially, pretty much, totally love you...
Third of all, You just cannot trust everyone. I know it is hard..i hate it but it is soooo true. And you are not naive or stupid to have faith in people. Continue doing that, just learn how to not take things personally and not get your shit stolen. You are fabulous...
from now on if i say any of them, slap me...
i wish when he held my hand it maybe slightly would have meant a little bit to him like it did to me...
You make my LIFE...
i wonder how long it would be before people realized i was gone...
seeing rain and smiling uncontrollably...
pop and roll dancing...
jimmy eat world saves my life sometimes...
do not let the enemy benefit...
beauty and strength among darkness...
but if they can talk about what makes music great for two hours straight...
just want a girl who is punk rock and a hippie.... basically you...
i like bob. bob doesn't like me. i like tom, tom likes me. tom is too short. phil is fucking crazy...
listen to your heart...
run away with me to seatle and forget all those stuuuuuuuuuuupid boys, please?...
house of hiiiiiiiits...
i end this week with more clothes than i started with, twelve trips to coffee shops, the wrong sized converse shoe on my right foot, and tears in my eyes because i really miss my friends...
you can not like the music, but enjoy the boys who make it...
take it from a gay boy [we know best, and wont lie to you like girls will]...
hooray for having a life again...
it is their air...
so open your eyes already...
and there are three little kids running around with light savers trying to attack me...
Cut your finger on the edge cause it's sharper than they told you...
nother scene that we're creating, I need to know if we're still making useless progress...
same feel, same friends, same routine, same faces, same walking routes, same smells...
i'd rather die for a cause then to die just because...
you are a bona-fide camwhore...
did you seeeee the side pony tail??...
oh how i love how random phone calls from random people of the past can completely put a smile on my face...
Music has become such a background part of my life now, painting the silence of my world, and yet even still it never ceases to amaze me how certain songs, played at a certain time, can still just completely weave themselves into my veins and sound through me with an emotional force so strong that I can't tell where the song ends and my thoughts begin...
i have three worlds...
i shouldn't have to cry to get your attention...
it just is hard when you feel like your life is in two places...
bob marleyyy...
i don't really want to do anything besides lay outside in the sunshine and get some color...
i feel nature calling my name, and i want to go say hello for the first time...
they have helped me grow...
he doesn't know a good thing even when its staring him in the face...
your tiny dancer...
tamborines make me happy...
i want a robot as a friend...
i can't believe summer's almost here...
i enjoy the days when you stay in your pjs, watch reruns of sex and the city, get no phone calls, enjoy your parents company, and finally finish a book you started a year ago...
smiling, watching, waiting...
the sights and sounds of seattle...
i wonder if i will ever feel at peace with everything...
i think i was janis joplin in a past life...
then we will go and travel and take tons of pictures and talk to random people and make friends and dance in random places and buy random trinkets and never use maps...
indeed...
i'd like to think i'm likeable...
epic, EPIC i say!...
sometimes a writer just writes to write, and an artist just paints to paint...
people don't get it, but they don't really need to either...
let's hope i have a parachute...
funny how something small makes such a big difference...
old habits and familar ways...
want to move further...
Is it ever possible to have an original thought?...
the concept of "growing up" just never really makes sense to me...
the kind that are not worked for, purchased, or expcected. the kind of happiness i don't search for, but somehow always finds me when i least expect it...
a paper cut out in the 3-D cinema...
movies that make me wonder...
fun books...
i need to feel like i could fly off the swing set in to the stars...
now all i need is a little push...
PS. Don't give up.
ben bish, the fish thrower guy...
death hurts...
We can bomb the world to pieces, but we can't bomb it into peace...
i wish i would erase the past...
Keep in touch dollface...
I basically, essentially, pretty much, totally love you...
Third of all, You just cannot trust everyone. I know it is hard..i hate it but it is soooo true. And you are not naive or stupid to have faith in people. Continue doing that, just learn how to not take things personally and not get your shit stolen. You are fabulous...
from now on if i say any of them, slap me...
i wish when he held my hand it maybe slightly would have meant a little bit to him like it did to me...
You make my LIFE...
i wonder how long it would be before people realized i was gone...
seeing rain and smiling uncontrollably...
pop and roll dancing...
jimmy eat world saves my life sometimes...
do not let the enemy benefit...
beauty and strength among darkness...
but if they can talk about what makes music great for two hours straight...
just want a girl who is punk rock and a hippie.... basically you...
i like bob. bob doesn't like me. i like tom, tom likes me. tom is too short. phil is fucking crazy...
listen to your heart...
run away with me to seatle and forget all those stuuuuuuuuuuupid boys, please?...
house of hiiiiiiiits...
i end this week with more clothes than i started with, twelve trips to coffee shops, the wrong sized converse shoe on my right foot, and tears in my eyes because i really miss my friends...
you can not like the music, but enjoy the boys who make it...
take it from a gay boy [we know best, and wont lie to you like girls will]...
hooray for having a life again...
it is their air...
so open your eyes already...
and there are three little kids running around with light savers trying to attack me...
Cut your finger on the edge cause it's sharper than they told you...
nother scene that we're creating, I need to know if we're still making useless progress...
same feel, same friends, same routine, same faces, same walking routes, same smells...
i'd rather die for a cause then to die just because...
you are a bona-fide camwhore...
did you seeeee the side pony tail??...
oh how i love how random phone calls from random people of the past can completely put a smile on my face...
Music has become such a background part of my life now, painting the silence of my world, and yet even still it never ceases to amaze me how certain songs, played at a certain time, can still just completely weave themselves into my veins and sound through me with an emotional force so strong that I can't tell where the song ends and my thoughts begin...
i have three worlds...
i shouldn't have to cry to get your attention...
it just is hard when you feel like your life is in two places...
bob marleyyy...
i don't really want to do anything besides lay outside in the sunshine and get some color...
i feel nature calling my name, and i want to go say hello for the first time...
they have helped me grow...
he doesn't know a good thing even when its staring him in the face...
your tiny dancer...
tamborines make me happy...
i want a robot as a friend...
i can't believe summer's almost here...
i enjoy the days when you stay in your pjs, watch reruns of sex and the city, get no phone calls, enjoy your parents company, and finally finish a book you started a year ago...
smiling, watching, waiting...
the sights and sounds of seattle...
i wonder if i will ever feel at peace with everything...
i think i was janis joplin in a past life...
then we will go and travel and take tons of pictures and talk to random people and make friends and dance in random places and buy random trinkets and never use maps...
indeed...
i'd like to think i'm likeable...
epic, EPIC i say!...
sometimes a writer just writes to write, and an artist just paints to paint...
people don't get it, but they don't really need to either...
let's hope i have a parachute...
funny how something small makes such a big difference...
old habits and familar ways...
want to move further...
Is it ever possible to have an original thought?...
the concept of "growing up" just never really makes sense to me...
the kind that are not worked for, purchased, or expcected. the kind of happiness i don't search for, but somehow always finds me when i least expect it...
a paper cut out in the 3-D cinema...
movies that make me wonder...
fun books...
i need to feel like i could fly off the swing set in to the stars...
now all i need is a little push...
PS. Don't give up.