Art, music, cooking, baking, Rocky Road, random walks through the city, tattoos, eating chocolate... drinking, Detroit Basketball, NBA, PunkRock, the PunkRock NBA, my 2 kittens. Anyone else who's into punk rock. I love good people who have as much passion as me. ...I like wine, cheese and long walks on the beach.... hahah, just kidding!
Johnny Cash:Hurt.... I fucking LOVE this
Joaquin Phoenix? I can only surround myself with people who have passion. I don't care what it's for... as long as you're passionate about it. Rice Krispy treats and kit-kats are the best inventions ever. Lets never forget that. My boyfriend is the best cause he puts up with all my "Lindsay-ness" so if you need pointers, talk to him.
"so i'll keep trying
to find you somewhere smiling,
over me, over you, over me"
Life is Music. Music is Life. Jawbreaker, Jets to Brazil, Lucero, FIFTEEN., Husker Du, Brand New, Blue October, Johnny Cash, Screeching Weasel, Crimpshrine, the Queers, Avail, Samiam, Green Day, Pinhead Gunpowder, Social Distortion and Mike Ness, Rise Against, Alkaline Trio, NOFX, Clevelend Death Bound Sentence, Horace Pinker, Rancid, Descendents, Sublime.
Flattered that you think I warrant ugliness.
Gutters drain west, mud made a mess of us.
It's time to leave this place.
I'd saw through your wrist to find a better trap that fits.
I'd saw through your traps to find a better you.
A part of you that lasts.
I saw through your trap and into my own wrists.
Saw we were through, red ribbons spill to blue:
A sight to sore your eyes.
I got this dress.
I'm hiking it around this waste of laughter.
Slow dance alone with no one to the sound of four hands clapping.
Congratulations to you both, I hope you're somewhere happy.
If there's a moral to this story then I wish you'd show me.
Hair in the blood, fly in the disappointment.
Rubber, I'm glue.
I'll write the book on you.
It's sticking to my face.
You need a little less than what you take for granted.
This is the sip that's drinking back from you,
Blacking out your eyes.
You need a little more suppression of you appetites.
This is your honeymoon, in separate rooms,
It's neither sweet nor bright.
I made a word to give this state a name, this game a guess.
I call it "sluttering."
It means as little as your little test.
You are your worst revenge.
Your very means, they have no ends.
This is a story you won't tell the kids we'll never have.
If you hear this song a hundred times it still won't be enough.
Walk the Line, Shawshank Redemption, Fight Club, Ladder 49, Basketball Diaries, Stand By Me, What Dreams May Come, The Horse Whisper, Finding Forester, Good Will Hunting, 8 mile, The Sweetest Thing, Empire Records, Pay it Foward, Playing by Heart, Magnolia, Crazy/Beautiful, Mean Girls
Lost, ER, Gilmore Girls, The NBA, Robot Chicken, Family Guy
I'ts not over till you're underground
Anything by Aaron Cometbus (especially Double Duce).... How to kill a rock star, Johnny Got His Gun, Good in Bed, God-Shaped Hole, Autobiography of a Fat Bride, Milkrun, The Idiot Girls' Actin-Adventure Club, Going Down, Salad Days, She's come undone, I know this much is True, Lovely Bones
Oprah. My Mom. Bill Graham. And a horse named Zimba.
When you're just a sickly mess
You're worn and tired and scared to death
Well you, you can come to me
And we can share a disease
And talk and roll around in the debris, yeah
It's easy to be disappointed
When you got such high expectations
And things don't always go the way you planned
You say you're sorry you're so stressed out
But I don't mind you being depressed now
I mean I'll try to understand...
Well take me back to the overpass
We'll build a home in the broken glass
And you, you can cover me
And color what I see
And together we can rest in peace, yeah
I don't know my destination
Just know that life's a celebration
No time for fear or hesitation now
But sometimes I get lost and lonely
And I could use you beside me
To help to guide me, help me find my way...