floral tights and neon docs

Nov 09, 2009 18:29


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ohnoshesbald November 8 2009, 08:59:50 UTC
Just a small town girl
Living in a lonely world
She took the midnight train going anywhere
Just a city boy
Born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train going anywhere

A singer in a smoky room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers, waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night

-Don't Stop Believing, Journey/Glee Cast

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ohnoshesbald November 8 2009, 09:09:36 UTC
And I'll take my clothes off and it will be shameless
'Cuz everyone knows that's how you get famous
I'll look at the sun and I'll look in the mirror
I'm on the right track, yeah I'm on to a winner

-The Fear, Lily Allen

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ohnoshesbald November 14 2009, 07:21:19 UTC
Vampires are make-believe, like elves, gremlins, and eskimos.

-Homer Simpson

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ohnoshesbald November 14 2009, 07:28:18 UTC
I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.

-John Green, Looking For Alaska

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ohnoshesbald November 14 2009, 07:29:38 UTC
This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me; I'll set you up against the stars

Gloria,
We lied, we can't go on
This is the time and this is the place to be alive

Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
And there is discord in the garden tonight

The sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied

-Wine Red, The Hush Sound

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