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Sunday, January 6, 2008
I'm so hollow, baby.
"It's not up to me anymore.
If you want me in your life,
you'll find a way to put me there."
ps, fuck your tar heels.
pps, i'm sorry for using the f-word.
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I'd like to be the cup of tea that keeps your cold...
fifteen days.
cold like midnight in aspen,
when we meet again, we'll probably talk about the ...
behold! a life full of everything you were expecting.
walking on sunshine.
you belong(to me).
one and one make one.
september '06
oh sinners; let's go down in the river to pray.
meaningless.
kiss the ones you love good night.
best intentions; worst track record.
hate this and you and morning.
just because you paint a picture doesn't mean it f...
"hey unfaithful, i will teach you to be stronger."
a "no smoking" sign on your cigarette break.
dear God,
Nothing matters except for the life and the love y...
lost(found).
broken wings; promises.
apple of my eye.
If it's ever really in someone's "nature",
eleven forty two.
Even sunshine burns if you get too much.
Crash and burn, or maybe just get married.
The light inside me.
running on sunshine.
Come now, there isn't much time,
Poetry's only poetry when it makes you ache.
Artbreak.
skeptics are the lesser of the broken.
We can live like this.
not-so-new beginnings.
It's a big, big world out there.
Glass (photo album) half full.
Yes, to the tune.
you give me miles and miles of mountains; and i as...
I swear I'm a believer.
hands in my pocket and my head in the clouds.
it's like the first mug of cocoa on the last day o...
I admit I never was the perfect one.
mundane.
make someone happy.
you must be a pirate with all that booty you get.
paradise.
obligatory self-reflection.
Live love.
And then came morning.
I'm so hollow, baby.
my rose bowl champion is nothing but wilted.
You don't have to leave for me to know I need you.
Stop waiting, the world is changing.
ROFLcopter
"You're the cheese to my macaroni"
Exit 24, Left on Johnson, I-40 and up, up, away.
Give all your shit away and start living.
Dear heart,
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