Look at this..

Look at this height! This progress.

Now, take a look at this! Extraordinary, non?

I am victorious.

I have these really old memories somewhere in a box. They've got twisting limbs and sweat spilled all over them. They've been like that for years now. And this girl, she just likes to stare at the box with her head cocked to one side. What a silly girl. You know, I watch her sometimes when I'm working on something on my computer. I look over at her ( Read more... )

I'm a loser at poetry, mind you.

Don't hate.

A tiny guitar strummed to its heart’s content ( Read more... )

It seems to me everyone has been needing a change of some sort lately. Whether it be secrecy or too much pot smoking, the right to be honest, and the choice to keep your mouth shut. The time to swallow your pride or a time to move on ( Read more... )

I'll tell the world to let you in. I'll tell my soul to follow you home. I'll tell the girl to kiss your cheek with her pink pouty lipgloss lips. I'll tell the boy to drive you to the park. I'll tell the sea to bring you to me.

Do you think everything's gonna be alright?

Tell me things will be alright.

Lie to me and tell me.

Everything will be alright.

Forget everything I just said. I figured it out ( Read more... )

I've grown attached to this scarf around my neck. I can't quite remember where I retrieved this scarf from or from who, but that's not the point. The point is I'm naked in bed with my sheets casually draped around my lower body while this scarf is just clinging around my neck. Alan told me something today. I can't remember what he said, but I know ( Read more... )

That's it. No more livejournal.

It's pathetic.

I just have too many random thoughts.