god i love pasadena.
and "Get out of Hell" cards.
and smoking way too many cigarettes.
and stealing Bright Eyes postcards.
and ties with dresses.
and skinny punk rock boys.
and jamba juice with only cranberries and ice.
and pretending my name is Lux.
and blasting The Faint in my car.
and
you.

i'm begining to think, that when i tell you i love you, in a cute sort of playful way, i really mean it. and i'm begining to see your reflection in every mirror, every window, every spoon i pick up. when we say our good-byes, i seem to feel a peice of me go with you. and i just cling on to the blankets and close my eyes until i can get your voice ( Read more... )

so i just stuck an expo marker in my mouth on accident, and now my tounge is black. hmm. hot? I think, yes.
I miss my wife. I havn't talked to her really at all today. <3heather ( Read more... )

god, i feel like such a thirteen year old girl ( Read more... )

The phone slips from a loose grip ( Read more... )

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cassandra steadierfooting and i decided that we need to clone connor oberst. We are the offical Connor Oberst society.
fuck, could you imanage having your own connor. my god. i love him so much i cant even fathom it. wow. <333333
<33333333 to cassandraaaaaaa!

> -- Name : bethany sharayah jewish mom fucking cosentino, bitches ( Read more... )

i guess that two wrongs, make a right.
i can't take the uncontrolable way that when we talk, i want to scream out "i love you".
when you leave, my heart just falls to rest, and i can't wait for the next night when you ask, "do you want to talk on the phone?".
i didn't think i'd ever feel this way about someone who was exactaly like me, but i do ( Read more... )

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