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[30 Nov 2009|04:02am] |
"I must learn to love the fool in me—the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my fool."
- Theodore Isaac Rubin
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[29 Nov 2009|11:06pm] |
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"Take a broken girl, treat her like a famous princess. Give her the best seats in the house. Buy her coffee and cigarettes for the coming down, books and bathroom things for the days ahead. Tell her something true when all she's known are lies. Tell her God loves her. Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom, tell her she was made to dance in white dresses. All these things are true."
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[29 Nov 2009|12:27pm] |
And if you ever said you miss me
then don't say you never lied.
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[28 Nov 2009|03:25pm] |
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I look under the tree
but there's nothing to see,
cause it's a broken heart
that you're giving me.
Give me your fave xmas songs/covers please!
It's time to make christmas mixesssss!!!!!!!!
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[28 Nov 2009|03:12pm] |
i get along without you very well,
of course i do,
except perhaps in spring,
but i should never think of spring,
for that would surely break my heart in two.
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[28 Nov 2009|02:24pm] |
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all the roads lead back to you.
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[28 Nov 2009|02:18pm] |
Without you I don't have a place that's safe from all the monsters that hide in my head and sing me to sleep.
This is the last straw.
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[28 Nov 2009|02:17pm] |
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I've got a red belt around my mind.
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[28 Nov 2009|02:12pm] |
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everything means nothing to me
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[28 Nov 2009|12:25pm] |
These bones don't work like they used to,
but what were you used to?
You used me.
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[28 Nov 2009|12:23pm] |
You didn't lose your voice,
you never had one to start.
All your stuff is in a box -
I packed it.
High above my head -
like somewhere in the attic.
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[28 Nov 2009|12:23pm] |
I ruined our favorite song with the black of my running mascara,
you soiled our memory with your infidelity.
Our picture has a tint of blood.
Have you wondered what true heartbreak tastes lke?
Well, here's my plate, I'm having seconds.
You cook such a great meal, what's for dessert?
Maybe you'll set my house in flames,
so delicious Emeril would be jealous.
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[28 Nov 2009|10:19am] |
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any lyrics on reconnecting with someone and/or two people continuously going back to each other? thanks babies. :)
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[28 Nov 2009|05:45am] |
"if for one minute you think you’re better than a sixteen year old girl in a green day t-shirt, you are sorely mistaken. remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favorite band. you wore their shirt and sang every word. you didn’t know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. all you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker with. someone finally understood you. this is what music is about."
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[28 Nov 2009|12:10am] |
it's something worth the waiting
'Cause it's the only time that I ever feel real
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[28 Nov 2009|12:09am] |
You're way too good for me
Cause I'm cursed with years of failure
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[27 Nov 2009|11:57pm] |
And she swears there's nothing wrong
I hear her playing that same old song
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[27 Nov 2009|11:46pm] |
Before our hearts decide
it's time to love again
Before too late, before too long
Lets try to take it back
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[27 Nov 2009|11:44pm] |
I'm sick of looking for those heroes in the sky
To teach us how to fly
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