the stars will cry the blackest tears tonight & this is the moment that i live for; i can smell the ocean air & here i am pouring my heart onto these rooftops; just a ghost to the world, thats exactly, exactly what i need. from up here, the city lights burn like a thousand miles of fire & im here to sing this anthem of our dying day. for a second i wish the tide would swallow every inch of this city as you gasp for air tonight; i'd scream this song right in your face if you were here; i swear i wont miss a beat cause i never, never have before

MSG

TUEMAY04@0355PM
M0VED!

yep, im leaving blurty. im not deleting this journal cause i ♥ the communities here. maybe i'll update once in a while. but for the most part add me @ greatestjournal.com/~___classic

MSG

+ w-e SUNMAY02@1155AM
· · mood - tired
· · music - third engine - saves the day

i had a game yesterday, we won. 12 -7 or something. i got walked almost every time & played 3rd for almost the whole game. me & jenn went to see mean girls last night. it was really cute. very realistic. idk i think im going to colettes for dinner tonight. her mommy invited us over. but yea..im going to go. later kids; I my friends.

out of all ive learned in life, you always keep your friends close to your heart; cause you will help you up if your falling down? -- the ataris
there's no one i would rather waste my time with then all of my best friends -- fall out boy

MSG

+ ♥ SATMAY01@1205PM
· · mood - frizzy
· · music - build me up buttercup - the temptations

"i need the smell of summer, i need its noises in my ears"
- brand new

RPLY 001 MSG

EM0 L0VE SATMAY01@0928AM
mixed tapes & hair dye; sad songs and hidden eyes; chuck taylors and argyle sweaters love songs and unsent letters; dark rimmed glasses and thrift store finds; over turned hearts and relentless minds; bright scarves and amazing guitars; tattooed and pierced under shooting stars; going to shows every single night; forgetting about conforming and doing what feels right; coffee shops in black & white; pictures and cameras slowly replace sight; growing up with sleeves made out of hearts; garage bands and acoustic nights, truck stops and moonlit parks; singing out every song at the top of our lungs; we might be emotional but we will never come undone.

PLAYBACK
anthem of our dying day; story of the year