And if this is all a game, can you just say it?
I'll do it anyway, so it makes no difference.

Every time I stop listening to Brand New for a while and then start again, it's like I've been re-born and I wonder what took me so long.

Take my arms and my legs, my eyes and my tongue, take my heart and all of my organs, take my blood, take my soul.....but please, don't take my ears.
They belong to Jesse Lacey.

You say I choose sadness;
That it never once has chosen me.

Maybe you're right.

The day I care what a fucking stranger thinks about my tattoos is the day I go out and buy myself fake boobs and get a butterfly inked on them to impress fat ass drunks at the dive bar I tend. When a chauvinistic prick actually has the nerve to tell me, "Guys don't like girls who have tattoos," that's when I remember why I'm single and why ( Read more... )

I'm reading a book and thinking about reading another when I'm finished ( Read more... )

Rachel McAdams and Ryan Gosling were spotted together recently and I want to believe in love again. Maybe not for me, but maybe somewhere in the world it still exists, waiting for someone to find it, understand it, and use it to its full potential and purpose. I still haven't seen The Notebook, but Ryan Gosling called Rachel McAdams "one of the ( Read more... )

I'm not sure I like the antidepressants ( Read more... )

And at the end of the day, the sun is just a burning ball of gas and rainbows are just light refracted through prisms, further proving to me that there really is no such thing as a miracle.

It was August, and the heat was so intense we decided to go to Monterey to get away from it. We went to the wharf and I put coins in people's parking meters so their time wouldn't run out. And you yelled at me. In the middle of the parking lot, you scolded me like a child in front of my friends and in front of strangers. Nevermind that I was ( Read more... )

I want to rip the room apart at the seams and watch the reality run down the sides and puddle in the corners. There's got to be something hidden behind it all, and I'm tearing my fingers apart to find it, as if the blood pouring out of my hands will somehow point the way. Windows have become walls, the sky an impenetrable roof, and I'm never ( Read more... )