I can’t get enough of them. Love love love.
I can’t get enough of them. Love love love.
You are my “you”
…and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I do things that I’m aware are not good for me. Something in my nature is detrimental to my health. I have an uncanny ability to put myself in situations like this. I want you to worry about me. I need you to worry about me. I have to be broken. It’s my disposition.
Thank God for Grizzly Bear and for music that makes you feel something.
It’s a call
I fell into your arms that night
Don’t ask
It’s the time we had apart to sort things out
Just don’t ask
It’s the work you say you’re doing
But baby, I don’t even ask
It’s the love that came undone between us
and nobody ever asks
There’s a place and time for everything I know
Don’t ask
But when I’m around you still I lose control
Just don’t ask
You suggest the struggle goes both ways
but baby, I don’t even ask
I just wish you had a little faith
but I’m learning not to ask
It’s a fear, it is near. The shape becomes ever clear.
It bares teeth, extra sharp, that’ll cut you in the heart.
It attacks really quick, try and fight it with a stick.
It’s no use, give it up, this is life and this is love.You are my alligator
…why I can’t deal with stress.
I want to vomit from nervousness.
Oh my god. I love sleepovers.
No complaints (beside my lack of sleep and overflowing mounds of schoolwork).
Friends are good, family is good, and i have a boyfriend (What? Olivia? Boyfriend?). I must admit, I half expected to be single for the rest of my life. This is a very good thing. A person that I care about that is good to me? How rare. I guess you could say that this is me confessing my feelings for him publicly (via internet and my blog). My world is chock-full of blue skies (much more than I could say about my usual demeanor).
Homage to old things. Venice extra credit trip 2009.