you can't take back the bad things you've done
but apparently if you're really sorry about them it heals itself.
which is awesome.
except now it hurts a little bit but it's numb.
i miss camilla, why is she in london.
i need her to come to town with me tomorrow.
i miss lily, i haven't seen her since thursday and i haven't spoken to her since sunday.
uh oh the paranoia's back
hush little thoughts! hush!
'evrale dostat chernil i plakat,
Pisat O Fevrale navsnryd,
Poka grohochushaya slyakot
Vesnoyu charnoyu gorit.'
(in English)
February. Get ink, shed tears.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring.
Tuesday, 8 December 2009
Friday, 4 December 2009
this blog will save/ruin your life
There are those boys with earthly eyes
Their eyes are like the ground
You walk and walk, kickin' up dirt
But they don't make a sound
And when they kiss you, they sometimes leave 'em open
To make sure you don't drown
Yeah, the sweetest eyes, the truest eyes are probably dark brown
There are those boys with golden hazel eyes
The colour of weak tea
They spend their nights howlin' at the moon
To let go of the sea
The scope of their depth is terrifying, thrilling
You think you're finally free
When you capture you
'Cause golden eyes are as sticky as honey from a bee
I'm drownin'...
But those with blue I shouldn't trust
'Cause I myself have blue
You fall for them so easy
You think you see right through
You take a leap, thinking the water is deep
When suddenly it's just grey rain
Then puddles at your feet, they turn to dirty ice
But somehow they'll melt back to clean blue water once again
Confusing...
went to see Regina Spektor last night
i've been waiting five years to see her, i know because when i first wanted to go see her i was flying to see my mother on the day of her concert.
that made me sad, more than it should have.
Regina is right about eye colour, even using such sweeping generalisations.
i have blue eyes which i like to believe goes well with ginger red hair.
she did this song a capella, which means without instruments and good.
she is the human spirit in a little black dress.
today i did 5 things:
went to college, went to chain smoke camel cigarettes with Lileth during lunch, read about the purges during Stalin's reign, listened to sad songs by female singers, got drunk with my father.
and not one of them took my mind off you.
Their eyes are like the ground
You walk and walk, kickin' up dirt
But they don't make a sound
And when they kiss you, they sometimes leave 'em open
To make sure you don't drown
Yeah, the sweetest eyes, the truest eyes are probably dark brown
There are those boys with golden hazel eyes
The colour of weak tea
They spend their nights howlin' at the moon
To let go of the sea
The scope of their depth is terrifying, thrilling
You think you're finally free
When you capture you
'Cause golden eyes are as sticky as honey from a bee
I'm drownin'...
But those with blue I shouldn't trust
'Cause I myself have blue
You fall for them so easy
You think you see right through
You take a leap, thinking the water is deep
When suddenly it's just grey rain
Then puddles at your feet, they turn to dirty ice
But somehow they'll melt back to clean blue water once again
Confusing...
went to see Regina Spektor last night
i've been waiting five years to see her, i know because when i first wanted to go see her i was flying to see my mother on the day of her concert.
that made me sad, more than it should have.
Regina is right about eye colour, even using such sweeping generalisations.
i have blue eyes which i like to believe goes well with ginger red hair.
she did this song a capella, which means without instruments and good.
she is the human spirit in a little black dress.
today i did 5 things:
went to college, went to chain smoke camel cigarettes with Lileth during lunch, read about the purges during Stalin's reign, listened to sad songs by female singers, got drunk with my father.
and not one of them took my mind off you.
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