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[24 Jul 2008|11:20pm] |
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so, what's going on girls?
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[25 Jul 2008|01:51am] |
you're not alone
there is more to this i know
you can make it out
you will live to tell
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[25 Jul 2008|01:13am] |
you look like the songs that i've heard my whole life comin' true.
:)
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[24 Jul 2008|10:11pm] |
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i'm feel sickish :(
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[25 Jul 2008|01:06am] |
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i am not into the idea of being without you.
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[25 Jul 2008|01:04am] |
I'm gonna need a quick hand,
A sharp eye, a smooth talker
Just to play this one out to the very end.
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[25 Jul 2008|01:00am] |
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im sorry i randomly left before, ladies =( kenny called my name.
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[25 Jul 2008|12:51am] |
i wish that i could buy you all the flowers in the world,and say i'm sorry a half a million times. i wish i could erase the fact that i am not a perfect man.
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[25 Jul 2008|12:46am] |
ok camille here is the ~plan
move here and marry my brother.
mmkay?
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[25 Jul 2008|12:44am] |
Sitting watching movies
we both know I do not watch a bit of it
cause I am much too busy
leaving my hand close enough
so you'll hold it
Sweet Darling
this is my confession to
the crimes of wanting you badly
And Darlin' if you're wondering
here's your answer
yes I like you,
I don't love you
I can't love you
And I can not stop thinking about you
I can not stop wondering
if you're constantly
thinking about me
Don't close your eyes dear I'm still staring
I won't lie dear I'm still breathing
even though your beauty is breath taking
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[25 Jul 2008|12:44am] |
i collect sunsets in the palm of my hand.
you stomp out the moonlight every chance you get.
one day you're gonna want them back.
when you do i'll turn my head.
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[24 Jul 2008|09:44pm] |
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i'm so lonesome, i could cry.
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[24 Jul 2008|09:42pm] |
blah
do my journal
i just fucked up my eye brows
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[25 Jul 2008|12:40am] |
Cause you are the brightest star
I'm in love with who you are
And you are the brightest star
I'm lost without your love
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[25 Jul 2008|12:35am] |
stick your hands inside of my pockets
keep them warm while i'm still here
tell them this love hasn't changed me
hasn't changed me at all
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[25 Jul 2008|12:32am] |
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is there more to life than love and being together?
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[25 Jul 2008|12:23am] |
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My father taught me to understand that certain things are in God's hands. But for everything else, God has given us the gift of choice. My father gave me the tools to fight my battles ahead. Every hand I extend in kindness is his hand. And every blow that I strike for justice is his fist. So long as the lessons he taught stay with me, and so long as he lives on in my heart - then my father is never truly dead.
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[25 Jul 2008|12:20am] |
waking up from this nightmare
how's your life?
what's it like there?
is it all what you want it to be?
does it hurt when you think about me and how broken my heart is?
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[25 Jul 2008|12:09am] |
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This force, evolution, is not sentimental. Like the earth itself, it knows only the hard facts of life's struggle with death. All you can do is hope and trust that when you have served its needs faithfully, there may still remain some glimmer of the life you once knew.
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[25 Jul 2008|12:11am] |
And so it erodes, from my septum to a numbed aorta, Yet I longed to run as I watched you grow smaller, And finally fade into the long perspective.
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