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About Me

there's people here, but you are gone.
and I'm fine, still swimming through time.
afraid some days I've reached the shore.

make yourself free, a man said that to me.

and the road finally gave me back.
but I don't think I'll unpack
'cause I'm not sure if I live here anymore.

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i love:.
.erie beach.
. the sound of the waves.
.substances.
. holding hands.
.escaping.
. sea foam green.
.colouring books.
. fruity wine.
.live music.
. black and white photography.
.the fall.
. mixed tapes.
.the rain.
. traveling to far away places.
.changing leaves.
. fuzzy radios.
.the rocks.
. conselations.
.william street.
. old pianos. and rusty keys.
.la france.
. letters from home.
.a stage.
. hippie music.
.big laughs.

i hate:.
.photographs of me.
. rap.
.dancing.
. meat.
.girls.
. communism.
.the dark.
. technology.
.being away.
. depending on communication.
.falling in love.
. sleeping alone.
.warm beer.
. missing you.
.not knowing what i fear most.

I'd like to meet:

ppst. incase you were wondering,
you are like a sunset to me.

she once asked me to go on a bike riding trip.
let's just say.
it's been the best trip of my life.
so basically,
i met her. the end.

and what if i could take us both away from here, far away, my dear.
we could stay at home writing letters full of love and the stars above.
put your records on and listen to the songs, always sing along.. lalalala.
sunday nights are perfect when they're just the two of us.

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Music:

the 11 bands that keep me going:.
.bright eyes.
..brand new..
.our lady peace.
..placebo..
.taking back sunday.
..radiohead..
.death cab for cutie.
..the cranberries..
.yeah yeah yeahs.
..the goo goo dolls..
.the smashing pumpkins.

Movies:

i'm not sorry i met you
i'm not sorry it's over
i'm not sorry there's nothing to say...

Television:

Game shows are designed to make us feel better about the random, useless facts that are all we have left of our education.

Books:

the perks of being a wallflower.
please don't kill the freshman.
the catcher in the rye.
to kill a mocking bird.

they stare down at their books,
and realize that they've been lied to.

Heroes:

my sister. ♥

those fucking kids, are all i have.

My Blog

i watched you taking off.

there's a round of high fives,for every time,you try to let me go.let her buy you another drink,and take you home,so you can forget your own.you leave your phone on her night stand,incase I call, even...
Posted by [.wall//flower.] on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 11:33:00 PST

you left the map in the car. [old.]

Everywhere I look in this fucking place, I can't help but picture your face. I can hear the wet droplets hitting the dry pavement, but there isn't a cloud in the sky. This language is foreign and I ca...
Posted by [.wall//flower.] on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 09:09:00 PST

no you are not who you used to be.

you said,"the lines look so pretty layed out across the table."i said,"don't you find they dissapear faster than they were layed out?"you said,"yes but boy do they sparkle."then you turned away....
Posted by [.wall//flower.] on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 05:28:00 PST

i guess god calls a spade a spade.

our world's covered with an ugly glow.is his death a bittersweet victory?let's sleep sound at night,with the anthem in our heads.cover the eyes of your children,this is only the beggining.they're weep...
Posted by [.wall//flower.] on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 05:22:00 PST

inhale the spark.

and when the smoke stings your eyes,do you ever blink and realize your life was all one big lie?don't be afraid to lay your head down on your bed,were they only stories that you read?your words are si...
Posted by [.wall//flower.] on Sun, 26 Nov 2006 05:57:00 PST

i guess it's like breathing, and not wanting to.

i fumble to find the words...as the air gets colder and my body goes rigid. as i walk around these streets i can't help but search for your face.i find myself standing infront of the train station hop...
Posted by [.wall//flower.] on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 07:58:00 PST

he didn't look back..

she smiles when she thinks of her childhood...squeaky shoes and bright red bars,the jump rope twirled and the boys played in the sand,that was the year her brother told her about santa claus.and that ...
Posted by [.wall//flower.] on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 01:20:00 PST

][ i'm not singing for you. ][

you don't sleep with your teddy bear anymore,and your words don't mean shit.you once told, you loved me and you'd never let me go.well sweetheart, i am gone, so far gone i can't even see you anymore.w...
Posted by [.wall//flower.] on Tue, 27 Jun 2006 10:04:00 PST

if you walk away. i'll walk away.

remember the night we layed on your bed and listened to dashboard until the same came up? remember the night when you called me at two in the morning and you cried your troubles into the phone?remembe...
Posted by [.wall//flower.] on Thu, 22 Jun 2006 03:16:00 PST

let's talk shit..

she woke up on that cold october morning.lying in the remnants of the night before.puffy eyed, hung over and surrounded by clenex. and when she walked past the mirror,she realized she had turned into ...
Posted by [.wall//flower.] on Sat, 29 Oct 2005 11:59:00 PST