February 2012
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Anonymous asked: When are you going to realize that the doe eyed naive girl who writes shitty poetry/ songs is not something to be proud of. Why don't you grow the fuck up and join the real world or better yet just go away, all you do is annoy people. I hope you know all of your "friends" think you are insane and talk about you constantly.
Oh if only the world were black and blue so easy it would be to name my love for you if the stars and the sky would always shine crystal clear and if the sunrise was always at a quarter past five i would never miss the chances to enjoy this life and if tassels never frayed and if dogs never strayed childern never cried and babies smiled all day I think I would like a world like this pink daisies...
I finished my song. I mean its finished. I have it recorded, just have to get some cord progressions a little smoother. Okay so sleeping hasn’t been a little forgotten about but just forget about sleep and then you might be free from sleep..
We start off each day hoping to strike gold with the right coloured shoes in the broken in souls a solution at hand for all of lifes problems written...
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belief in the breeze.
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“Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and...”
– The Great God Brown (via iwastoldbyjesusallwaswell)
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uhhhhhhh
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“The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making...”
– Joe Fox
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xeno
n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
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January 2012
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cooking
honey/soy sauce marinated chicken skewers and steamed garlic/sunflower seed green beans.
cooking for the family
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hello baby brother its nice to see you take care of me i have might shoved you away with all my might and that used to work when I was stronger than you but with your giving, and strong hugging arms i think you’ve finally broken threw so pick me up off the floor I am dirty and poor covered in bruises from falling down with my heart severely cut in two hold on my baby brother threw this storm...
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I think Im going to take flight Cry my self a river in which to float away I might stop moving forward And stand back for a while Watch the world and its actions pass by me Die to my dreams And dive deep into the sea of my sorrows For why try to fight when its a battle of tomorrows?
No need to lift heavy fingers I will no longer bat an eye to my ideals I will smile at the hindrance of my morals...
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oh shit.. mini heart attack
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starting good habits is always hard. whenever i something positive for myself i wonder ‘how long can i keep this up before saying fuck it’.. good habits never seem to last.
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