so I bought some more music today. it goes like this:
pageninetynine document 8
milemarker anaesthetic
interpol turn on the bright lights

edit: I hate everything I typed below this, I'm leaving it like this because I'm showing off.

cheap incense makes my room smell more like hot dogs and smoke than it does freshly washed pantene hair, which is what I was goin for. I lay in bed today thinking quietly to myself about my body. it's discoloured. Oh fuck, too much Jane Austen is manifesting itself ( Read more... )

I finally bought The Shins' Oh, Inverted World today.

I also almost got in an accident

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a couple things I've found out about myself:
-I don't follow through with anything
-I don't have much going through my head, not anything of substance to think of, really

realizations and epiphanies. is that how one spells the plural of epiphany? sam would know. I wanna see him.

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fuck. I can't help but feel animosity towards her still and it's unfair. Really unfair.

I really like Allie. I like her a whole lot because she knows exactly how I'm feeling but doesn't actually know I feel that way. I feel incredibly comfortable with myself when I'm with her and everything I say falls out but it's okay because I know she understands or at least tries to. That might not be good for her though, because then everyone ( Read more... )

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¤ I love carrot juice
¤ The Passenger is way too fucking great
¤: nothing's going well...I want my escape back.