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I closed my eyes because I was so happy to be with you, but when I opened them you were no where to be found.
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[23 Jan 2004|12:36am] |
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empty fields move me
so much more then rooms filled up with friends
(the way the trees look dead)
it reminds me that there's more to life then living
and maybe giving up's not bad
but part of letting go of you.
if i surrender to this feeling
maybe all the aches and pains will go and i can close my eyes
never again to have them open
until i bleed out all I've been
i don't want to be alone no more
no more.
so take this razor sign your name across my wrists
so everyone will know who left me like this
sew me up my scars run deep
a reminder not to forget the time that we've had.
empty fields move me
so much more then rooms filled up with friends
the way the trees look dead
it reminds me that there's more to life then living
and maybe giving up's not bad
but part of letting go of you.
so take this razor sign your name across my wrists
so everyone will know who left me like this
sew me up my scars run deep
a reminder not to forget the time that we've had.
never waste another second
i have wasted so much time
and I have wasted, wasted
so much time
so much time
so much time.
take this razor sign your name across my wrists
so everyone will know who left me like this
sew me up my scars run deep
a reminder not to forget the time that we've had.
i know this song has been posted before but i love it. it always makes me want to cry
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| Thrice - In Years To Come |
[23 Jan 2004|12:41am] |
i want to take the bullet,
the one aimed straight for your heart,
I WANT TO MEET THE WOLVES HALFWAY
AND LET THEM TEAR ME APART
BUT THATS NOT THE WAY THEY DO IT HERE.
i want to lay on the tracks,
feel hot steel screaming at me,
expose the bones on my back,
let me show you what i mean.
YEAH ITS A DIFFERENT KIND OF LOVE
i want to climb barbed wire fences
and warm our hands in blood.
and this is my gift,
is asking you to fix
my ruined hands.
and its a gift that keeps on giving,
and its a gift that keeps on giving,
and its a gift that keeps on giving,
and right now its all i have to give.
i want to lay on the tracks,
feel hot steel screaming at me,
expose the bones on my back,
let me show you what i mean
i want to lay on the tracks,
feel hot steel screaming at me,
expose the bones on my back,
let me show you what i mean
I want to write the perfect song,
and play it just for you,
while you are tangled up in sleep.
i need you more than ill ever know
until i stop breathing
MY LUNGS WILL TAKE YOU FOR GRANTED.
Ps; for anyone who lives in northern New Jersey (Bergen County):
tomorrow night 6PM (January 23)
@ Elks Lodge 526 Anderson Avenue, Cliffside Park NJ
$3 at the door. $2 with flyer.
A Lifeless Alliance
The Finals
Fakeknife
MC2
Psyphoria
www.enfect.us/alifelessalliance
www.thefinalsband.com
www.fakeknife.com
Mhmmmmm. ;D
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[23 Jan 2004|12:44am] |
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'hold on tightly, let go lightly' by boys night out |
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when you laugh, you'll feel my breath there, filling up your lungs...and when you cry, those aren't your tears, but i'm there, falling down your cheek...and when you say you love him, taste me, i'm like poison on your tongue...but when you're tired, if you're quiet, you'll hear me singing you to sleep
'bullet to binary' by mewithoutyou
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| kiss my face good bye, that space below my eye and above my cheek |
[23 Jan 2004|12:52am] |
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'half empty, half full, i never got a glass' by moneen |
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'silencer' by mewithoutyou
don't waste your lips on words i've heard before
kiss my tired head
and each letter written wastes your hand
young man, come and lead me to your bed
you gave me hope that i'd not lost her
and then thought it rather strange to see me smile
as i don't do too much smiling these days
she put on happiness like a loose dress
over pain i'll never know
'so the peace you had,' she says
'i must confess, 'i'm glad to see it go'
we're two white roses lying frozen just outside his door
i've made you so happy and so sad
but which should i be more sorry for
come kiss my face good bye
that space below my eye and above my cheek
cause i'm faint and fading fast
i see a darkness, and i shall be released
i'll pass like a fever from this body
and softly slip into his hands
i tried to love you and i failed
but i have another plan
my lord, how long to sing this song, and my lord
how much more of this pretending to be strong
when she stands before your throne
dressed in beauty not her own
all soft and small, you'll hear her call
'you brought me here, now take me home'
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[23 Jan 2004|09:44am] |
you say you don`t care for sad songs
you call emo boys a buncha fags
but honestly they`re alot more caring than any care you`ve ever had
we can cry together in my bed
i`ll be sure to pat his head
he`ll always be so much more understanding
we will have matching hoodies
I`ll tell him I think he has cooties
and I`ll even wash away his tears
we will fall in love over the years
now tell me that isn`t special
oh boy to me it is
i`ll cry at his show when he dedicates the song to me
man can`t you see??
these boys are ten times better than you`ll ever be
you`ve abusive hits
your mocks of me for being sad
laughs at the cuts I had
you are so cruel
thats why I think I need so much fuel
you`re the one who destroyed my self esteem
go ahead at tell me that I`m always mean
you call emo boys a buncha fags
but honestly they`re alot more caring than any care you`ve ever had
we can cry together in my bed
i`ll be sure to pat his head
he`ll always be so much more understanding
..comments would be loved..
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[23 Jan 2004|10:33am] |
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This Is Getting Over You -[alkaline trio]
today i woke up, younger than i've been in years.
not concerned with what's outside and peers, i don't have any.
no one is my equal because i'm the king of rain.
controlling with my mood swings, threw a thunderstorm your way, way.
drowning girls is a game i play.
today i woke up, more awake than i have felt in years.
not concerned with anything, no tears, i'm done with that shit.
no one is your equal because you're the queen of pain.
controlling with my moods, i'm staring at my shoes while running away, away.
drowning myself is a game i play. drown myself away.away, away. goodbye.
and this is getting over you.
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[23 Jan 2004|11:09am] |
how to fix everything//bayside
the sharper the edge the cleaner the wound, so ill be keeping it dull tonight for i deserve to hurt. disfigure the outside to show how ruined i am. there's no pain and no pleasure when you're too numb to feel. there's a pedestal across the room and if i try to climb again, this time the fall is fatal. i dont deserve such and easy exit, so maybe my spine can snap on impact and i'll have to crawl away. i'm ready to take that big step, start tearing off the layers i put up; or is it too late to be anything but what i am? identify the problem, now let's see if we can fix anything. just close the door and let me do what i need, cause it's better for us if you just let me leave. i'm ready to take that big step, start tearing off the layers i put up; or is it too late to be anything but what i am? identify the problem, now let's see if we can fix anything. how to fix everything...
ive been thoroughly inlove with bayside lately.
just thought i'd share some of the love. haha
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[23 Jan 2004|12:35pm] |
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calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed when you were underneath.
i love how that song is about a place on long island. and i love how i've been in the exact spot the song is about. and i love how the smell of seawater seems to fit perfectly with every note and lyric.
it's funny -- how music, alone, can make drowning seem so terribly romantic and utterly beautiful..
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[23 Jan 2004|01:29pm] |
I can't be all the things I want to be without you...
because you're my whole life's inspiration.
So would it be ok to say I'm hopeless if you left?
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[23 Jan 2004|02:18pm] |
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I love you always babe....
Trembling, hold me now
I'm torn between silence and violent expression
tired of believing everyone wants to care
and cherish someone I'm so scared of never having anyone
Haunted by my abandoned dreams
Tiny voices where would be screams
Now be still, it won't be long
We will be together in search of a new life
Striving as one in this world to find something pure
I'm missing you now
I'm quite sure
That I've finally found someone
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[23 Jan 2004|03:36pm] |
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My heart is wide open. So come on in and make yourself at home.
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[23 Jan 2004|03:41pm] |
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It's yours till it stops beating.
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[23 Jan 2004|04:04pm] |
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not typical lyrics you would find here..
their not an "emo" band
sound "emo"
look "emo"
but here it is
Gently, my mind escapes into the relaxing
world of pleasure, a pleasure that'll take
my mind off the reality of my life,
my past life... life as I know it now.
And whatever may come, it slowly
disappears to somewhere in the back
of my mind. It will remain there,
until I wish to retrieve it.
Yes, I will stay here for a while,
for I need the break. A break from the
pressures of life, and everything
that lays in the palm of life's hands.
This mode is incredible. It's out of
this world. Too bad I must always leave it...
... but that's life.
Gently//slipknot
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[23 Jan 2004|04:50pm] |
i feel grood
i mean good
and great
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great and good
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[23 Jan 2004|05:50pm] |
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okay, i know i just posted a song that i wrote the other day. but i just wrote this today, and i like it but maybe it needs something? so if you could, just comment on what you think and all that jazz.
its called:
case 101: suicide by love
the days drag by,
and you're still on my mind,
my lips are your trigger,
pressed to your pretty temple
i don't think in "what if's"
or "should haves" anymore,
when it comes to you,
i think only of your name r.e.g.r.e.t.
two years from now,
you'll still be thinking of me,
you'll be thinking of my beautiful lips (your trigger),
pressed against your pretty temple
yeah thats right,
my lips plus your temple,
equals the perfect trigger,
(the perfect weapon)
yeah thats right.
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[23 Jan 2004|05:50pm] |
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okay, i know i just posted a song that i wrote the other day. but i just wrote this today, and i like it but maybe it needs something? so if you could, just comment on what you think and all that jazz.
its called:
case 101: suicide by love
the days drag by,
and you're still on my mind,
my lips are your trigger,
pressed to your pretty temple
i don't think in "what if's"
or "should haves" anymore,
when it comes to you,
i think only of your name r.e.g.r.e.t.
two years from now,
you'll still be thinking of me,
you'll be thinking of my beautiful lips (your trigger),
pressed against your pretty temple
yeah thats right,
my lips plus your temple,
equals the perfect trigger,
(the perfect weapon)
yeah thats right.
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okay, i know i just posted a song that i wrote the other day. but i just wrote this today, and i like it but maybe it needs something? so if you could, just comment on what you think and all that jazz.
its called:
case 101: suicide by love
the days drag by,
and you're still on my mind,
my lips are your trigger,
pressed to your pretty temple
i don't think in "what if's"
or "should haves" anymore,
when it comes to you,
i think only of your name r.e.g.r.e.t.
two years from now,
you'll still be thinking of me,
you'll be thinking of my beautiful lips (your trigger),
pressed against your pretty temple
yeah thats right,
my lips plus your temple,
equals the perfect trigger,
(the perfect weapon)
yeah thats right.
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[23 Jan 2004|06:07pm] |
Ok I will put a short song in return for a request.. Request = Any song about the beach.. or anyting along those lines because Im going to florida soon and I need something good for my profile and to burn onto a CD =D thanks aws..
and songs goes as follows--
"Bad Day"
Had a bad day again
She said I would not understand
She left a note and said "I'm sorry, I had a bad day again.
Spilled her coffee, broke her shoelace.
Smeared the lipstick on her face.
Slammed the door and said "I'm sorry, I had a bad day again."
And she swears there's nothing wrong
I hear her playing that same old song
She puts me up and puts me on
And had a bad day again
She said I would not understand
She left a note it said, "I'm sorry, I had a bad day again."
((Had that song stuck in my head forever.. just listen to his voice. (= ))
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[23 Jan 2004|06:21pm] |
Thrice-Silhouette
This song is not that emo, but the lyrics touch me, so I thought you'd like to hear it
Silhouette
"Your eyes, followed me here.
Your eyes, seamless and sure.
They leave me broken and, in need of a cure.
Your eyes, followed me here.
Your eyes, sifting my soul.
They leave me broken and forge diamonds from the coal.
They race me along
the infinite synapse of white lines.
and then while chasing the dawn
with storybook syntax
Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know.
About myself and this life.
Silhouette lies.
And your eyes, speaking in tongues.
Vigilant still, filling my lungs.
Testing my will.
They leave me broken and, bruised and bleeding.
Your eyes, resting in flame,
Leave me breathless again
Like hydrogen
Split on faultlines
or ten years living with
exposure to radon
Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know.
About myself and this life.
Silhouette lies.
Your eyes, Your eyes.
Speaking in tongues.
Vigilant still, lead our way.
Filling my lungs.
Testing my will.
You slit the throat, of I know.
About myself and this life.
Silhouette Lies.
You slit my throat.
Because I know,
That this life, is a lie.
So slit my throat."
Did ya like it?
mel
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[23 Jan 2004|06:36pm] |
My friend introduced me to this band, and he's giving me their cd tonight..they are great..beautiful...I icked one song....
Superstitions of the Sky
Dove Song
Maybe we’re too young to die out here like this. Maybe I’m too old to be playing around with my heart like this. It used to be so easy. It used to be so easy to care. Something’s wrong cause you’re all right. Take me back to the place where you and me always belong. Something’s right cause you’re all wrong and take me back to the place where you and me always belong.
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[23 Jan 2004|06:47pm] |
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'breathe' by greenwheel
i played the fool today
and i can see us vanishing into the crowd
longing for home again
but home is a feeling i buried in you
i'm alright
i'm alright
it only hurts when i breathe
and i can't ask for things to be still again
no, i can't ask for you
to offer the world through your eyes
longing for home again
but home is a feeling i buried in you
i'm alright
i'm alright
it only hurts when i breathe
i'm alright
i'm alright
it only hurts when i breathe
my window through which
nothing hides
and everything sings
i'm counting the signs
and cursing the miles in between
but home is a feeling i buried in you
that i buried in you
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[23 Jan 2004|07:35pm] |
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another thingy i wrote... comments compliments suggestions insults feel free
dont take a breath and hold it
close my eyes untill this pass
under the faucet, my foot on your head
my fingerprints on the embedded glass
all fingers pointed at me
i'll point mine straight at you
i mimick what you did to me
your actions are reknewed
stare at the wall till your eyes bleed
set aflame drop from your head
i'll put them in my back pocket
a box of ported dread
bite your tounge, it all comes out
written on your face
a stare of guilt, unspoken words
my lips bleeding for a taste
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you're all i can think about. and you know that you ruined my life. you know you came in and made me sad and insecure. the first second you opened your mouth, i was lost. paradoxical truths don't stop pouring out, but you won't ever hear them. i feel like i am alone even though im surrounded by everyone but you. and i hate you, you know. i hate you. why are you controlling me when all you ever gave me was heartache? i'm really beginning to feel like i need you. i don't need anyone.
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[23 Jan 2004|08:27pm] |
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Hey...
Does anyone know any songs about feeling used? Or completely emotionless, caring less, and such. Or as they say 'riding a dead horse'. Like, not giving up on something, until you realize it's complete crap, and then you feel emotionless about it all?
Thanks.
-Katie
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Heyyyy there emo kids. i'm new and heres my first song for you all to consume. oh desaparecidos, how you consume me! enjoy it!
Desaparecidos-Happiest place on earth
i wanna pledge allegiance to the country where i live
i dont wanna be ashamed to be american
but opportunity, no it don't exist
its the opiate of the populace
we need some harder shit now
the truth's gettin around
each public school is a halfway house
where the huddled masses sober up and up enough
theres not enough to fatten the cows
and feed all of us
its just a rationing of luck
what can't be bought gets raffled off
oh god good god shed greed on thee
your shining sea turned a dirty green
from the industry off the shores of new jersey
I got a letter from the army so I think that I’ll enlist
I’m not brave or proud of nothing I just want to kill something
too bad that nowadays you just point and click
swing low satellite hot white chariot
in the computer’s blue glare the bombs burst in the air
there was a city once now nothing is there
our freedom comes at their expense
it makes sense does it dollars and centers
they’re stretching barbed wire across the picket fence
that is surrounding your housing development
just in case you lack the confidence
oh god my god give strength to thee
these amber waves purple majesty
are nothing but backdrops for Disney
well look up close it is superimposed
on a blank blue screen it is fantasy fucking magical
the dreams floats like a chemical
through each snapped synapse our television past that is beautiful
no more no more
oh baby. anyone heard it? its beautiful
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[23 Jan 2004|08:54pm] |
youre the picture in my locket
closest to my heart
youre the voice in my head
sweetest to my ears
youre the taste on my lips
perfection to a "t"
i love you
will you love me?
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if someone could please help me with a song i would love you so much. i need a song about "loving"someone who doesnt even know you exist. thank you so much in advance !!!now for some songs
This is my all time favorite song
"Jude Law And A Semester Abroad" by brand new
Whatever poison is in this bottle will leave me broken sore and stiff.
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at.
He owes me one last wish.
So here's a present to let you know I still exist.
I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips.
I got a plan.
Drink (drift) for forty days and forty nights.
A sip for every second-hand tick.
And for every time you fed me the line, "you mean so much to me...".
I'm without you.
So tell all the English boys you meet about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date.
Who would do anything you say.
And even if her plane crashes tonight she'll find some way to disappoint me,
by not burning in the wreckage, or drowning at the bottom of the sea.
"Jess, I still taste you, thus reserve my right to hate you."
And all this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style.
It's 8:45. The weather is getting better by the hour.
I hope it rains there all the time.
And if you ever said you miss me then don't say you never lied.
I'm without you. So tell all the English boys you meet...
Okay, no more songs about you.
After this one I'm done.
You're gone.
You're never gonna get it right.
"Devil In Jersey City"-coheed and cambria
[laugh:] Shabutie!
new jersey bound when sound asleep they'll find you at your most vulnerable
poll position speak up let out
when down the street the corner boys fuck shit up
scream loud scream sayonara
sweet josephine will you follow me home
scream loud scream sayonara
sweet josephine will you fuck me back home
let's fire it up haha now
don't let them scare you when you're down on the floor bleeding bastard
you'll be getting home real soon and i'll pray for you high health
don't let them scare you when you're down on the floor bleeding bastard
you'll be getting home real soon
speak up let out caught in the crossfire
compared to the step to the bone that might break
it's too late to find a better way out of this
with the finest regards that i lost in the cracks of this street
scream loud scream sayonara
sweet josephine will you follow me home
scream loud scream sayonara
sweet josephine will you fuck me back home
don't let them scare you
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[23 Jan 2004|11:56pm] |
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Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
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