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caroline.

I was thinking that I might fly today.

About Me

i'm sick of my profile but cant be fucked changing it =]

caroline.

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My Interests



cmnt mee.

My gorgeous boy, Chris.
I'd be nowhere without you sweetheart.
I'm so lucky to have you.
&to know you'll always be there when I wake up =].

Here's the day you hoped would never come
Don’t feed me violins, just run with me
Through rows of speeding cars
The paper cuts, the cheating lovers
The coffee’s never strong enough
I know you think it’s more than just bad luck

There, there, baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC's of growing up
Now, now, darlin’
Oh don’t lose your head
'Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeh

Sleeping pills, no sleeping dogs lie never
Far enough away
Glistening in the cold sweat of guilt
I’ve watched you slowly winding down for years
You can’t keep on like this
Now is as bad of time as any

There, there, baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC of growing up
Now, now, darlin’
Oh don’t kill yourself
'Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeh

It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It was a long time ago
It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It was a - long - time - ago

There, there, baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC of growing up
Now, now, darlin’
Oh don’t lose your head
'Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeh

There, there, baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC of growing up
Now, now, darlin’
Oh, don’t kill yourself
'Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeh

and

and
Television. TheO.C. America'sNextTopModel. GilmoreGirls. Friends. ColdCase.

Books:

Sometime's when you're dreaming it takes longer to wake up.. the things in your dream don't want to fade away as fast as your eyes want them to &you're left somewhere in between being awake &still dreaming.

My Blog

02. please remember me

Please, remember me Happily By the rosebush laughing With bruises on my chin The time when We counted every black car passing Your house beneath the hill And up until Someone caught us in the...
Posted by caroline. on Sat, 29 Apr 2006 05:23:00 PST

01. what a moon has always meant

A poem by E.E. Cummings. ' I carry your heart. ' I carry your heart with me(I carry it in my heart)I am never without it(anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, m...
Posted by caroline. on Sun, 23 Apr 2006 05:54:00 PST