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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“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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