we got a million keys, none of 'em seem to fit
hey buttholes! GIVE ME BLACK CARDS SONGS!!!
lol okay, i do. but it's only because my mom pressured me into giving her one! she's one of those people who has to get everything done yesterday, so she always wants it super early on.
days with my father by phillip toledano
extremely loud & incredibly close by jonathan safran foer
101 people you won't meet in heaven by michael powell
jeff buckley 'grace' vinyl
bicycle earrings
frank sinatra mug <3
more pairs of spandex ahhh
glasses
this gorgeous little lantern necklace
horseshoe bracelet
sinatra mugshot poster (it's not creepy okay he's gorgeous)
netflix account
itunes $$$
brighton gift card, their jewelry is gorgeous!
aaaand these are things that i know i'm getting fer sure:
empires print! i'm pretty sure it's signed by the band.
4 tickets to see fun. on november 27 :D
message in a bottle necklace! it has the poem "golden afternoon" by lewis carroll on it; it's from alice in wonderland:
All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretense
Our wanderings to guide.
Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,
Beneath such dreamy weather,
To beg a tale of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather!
Yet what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together?
Imperious Prima flashes forth
Her edict to "begin it"--
In gentler tones Secunda hopes
"There will be nonsense in it"--
While Tertia interrupts the tale
Not more than once a minute.
Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast--
And half believe it true.
And ever, as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry,
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by,
"The rest next time"--"It is next time!"
The happy voices cry.
Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:
Thus slowly, one by one,
Its quaint events were hammered out--
And now the tale is done,
And home we steer, a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun.
Alice! a childish story take,
And with a gentle hand
Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined
In Memory's mystic band,
Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowers
Plucked in a far-off land.
lol okay, i do. but it's only because my mom pressured me into giving her one! she's one of those people who has to get everything done yesterday, so she always wants it super early on.
days with my father by phillip toledano
extremely loud & incredibly close by jonathan safran foer
101 people you won't meet in heaven by michael powell
jeff buckley 'grace' vinyl
bicycle earrings
frank sinatra mug <3
more pairs of spandex ahhh
glasses
this gorgeous little lantern necklace
horseshoe bracelet
sinatra mugshot poster (it's not creepy okay he's gorgeous)
netflix account
itunes $$$
brighton gift card, their jewelry is gorgeous!
aaaand these are things that i know i'm getting fer sure:
empires print! i'm pretty sure it's signed by the band.
4 tickets to see fun. on november 27 :D
message in a bottle necklace! it has the poem "golden afternoon" by lewis carroll on it; it's from alice in wonderland:
All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretense
Our wanderings to guide.
Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,
Beneath such dreamy weather,
To beg a tale of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather!
Yet what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together?
Imperious Prima flashes forth
Her edict to "begin it"--
In gentler tones Secunda hopes
"There will be nonsense in it"--
While Tertia interrupts the tale
Not more than once a minute.
Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast--
And half believe it true.
And ever, as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry,
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by,
"The rest next time"--"It is next time!"
The happy voices cry.
Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:
Thus slowly, one by one,
Its quaint events were hammered out--
And now the tale is done,
And home we steer, a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun.
Alice! a childish story take,
And with a gentle hand
Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined
In Memory's mystic band,
Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowers
Plucked in a far-off land.