January 2011
40 posts
It is better to say to much, then to never have...
Even as your hands are shaking
And your faith is broken.
Even if your eyes are Closin’
Do it with a heart wide open…
Say what you need to say
I am happy
But don’t let anyone too far into your life that has the potential to make your day this happy, it could be dangerous. Only you should be able to make or break your day.
I think I want to share too much
I want to share too much life with everyone. Everything I encounter that I think is breath taking, or calming, or interesting, I wan to share, post, blog about. Something about the fact that I am the only person experiencing it, bothers me. And I proceed to BLOW UP everyone’s tumblr dash board. For example that I walked into the coffee shop today, and the lady in one of the few “money...
Then I got this sudden feeling that came upon me. What do I have left to lose?
“They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I...”
– Sara Teasdale
heaven to sleep to. →
Plans this weekend: None.
People to hang out with this weekend: mmmm not many.
Warmth can’t come soon enough so I can do my dwelling on my own
“You’re my Virginia Bluebell”
“Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with...”
– Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid (via clavicola)
It gets better
….After writing my last post. I looked back up at the tile, because it made me angry that I couldn’t count all of the holes. …….wait. Ceiling tiles are square…..So there’s the same amount of holes length wise, as width wise. Shit.
I'm that guy.
sitting in the library, looking up I noticed that every ceiling tile has the same amount of holes in them as the next. That’s what gives it it’s dark dirty nasty off white color. It’s not a dirty nasty library like I thought it was before, it just has white ceiling tiles with tons of holes in them. So obviously I had to count how many holes there was in one tile above my head. Of...
your shallowness does not surprise me. But I’m not going to be apart of it. I’ll go elsewhere.
Haley why aren't you more fun
In bed earlier than I though tonight. Just havn’t felt going out the past few nights. Drinking with friends sounds fun , but when it comes down to it “going out” just doesn’t sound great. I need a weekend job to have an excuse to not go out and go crazy. So under the influence I walked back tonight when “Lets go to the bars!!!” came ringing from my friends...
You know things are different...
…when you want to go to borders, read a book on your own and stop to watch people as you please. You know you’re a bit different when you would rather sit and drink a coffee instead of drink a beer. When you’d rather write music, change your strings and pluck instead of playing beer pong. You’d rather dance around a room and blare music than dance against a bunch of people...
I feel like all the people walking the streets of BG now are little drunk puppets. The whole town is filled with them. To both your left and your right, there are people with knees buckling and body bobbing back and forth with very little balance almost as if they’re being held up by strings on each of their limbs. I just want to drive around and see where they’re all going so...
Time to get up and go for you
I’ve never been one to pursue someone else. Or go out of my way to run into someone, meet someone, go for it. Always been content the way I am, shy, or okay by myself. It’s been nice, and it’s been right. But maybe I do need to get out more, and go for someone. Maybe I should try something different. Everyone falls in and out of these relationships like its cake. In one one...
I've got it
I’m on top of things,I’m on top of things,I’m on top of things,I’m on top of things,I’m on top of things,I’m on top of things,I’m on top of things,I’m on top of things,I’m on top of things,I’m on top of things,I’m on top of things
Back to the basics
Back to the room
back to the books
back to less sleep
back to stress
back to feeling like a dumb dumb
When I was little I had this idea that if i acted long enough like I was a super hero, or a dark ninja, or an outlaw fresh from Texas, I would eventually become one. I would prance around the yard with sticks, climb trees and pounce off of them, and march around the yard saying, “this town aint big enough for the both of us”. I used to feel like I could protect the world from any evil...
Where do you go to think?
I think I've spent more time with family over...
The older I get the more I enjoy being around my mom and dad (Cam too, but on the rare occasion that he is home). The older I get I find myself wanting to hang out with them as a friend would want to hang out. Maybe it’s the fact that I am more responsible now so I get less nagging, as a kid, or a high schooler, much of your time you give to your parents, that’s the only time they have...
Tell me what you want as fast as it comes to you
