This horseless carriage leads me home. My hands remain folded. My life
reamins a sunday. Brick by brick i built this staircase. Brick by brick
i walk on. Situated just below the ground and just above your head. Throw
your roses, throw your tears down. If we don't meet (again) this side of
heaven, make sure you're right.

this summer is going to suck

i love thinking about regrets

i miss the comfort of being sad...

Parks And What You Meant To Me ( Read more... )

boy, do
i
.love.
that girl
<333

so ive realized that im like a 2+2=5 math problem
i dont make sense

high school doesnt change people, the people in high school (jim kipila) change you

hmmm...theres been a lot i havent seen in awhile ( Read more... )

everybody looks quite dazling in thei etire

real friends dont judge you by your actions or your statements

we can dance all day, but eventually we'll realize that we've just gone in circles ( Read more... )