Posts Tagged ‘love’


i will fucking post lyrics all i want fuckers

August 13, 2008

Is it wicked not to care when they say that youre mistaken
Thinking hopes and lots of dreams that arent there?
Is it wicked not to care when youve wasted many hours
Talking endlessly to anyone thats there?

I know the truth awaits me
But still I hesitate because of fear

Skipping tickets making rhymes
Is that all that you believe in?
Wearing rags to make you pretty by design
Rusting armour for effect
Its not fun to watch the rust grow
For it will all be over when youre dead

Counting acts and clutching thoughts
By the river where the moss grows
Over rocks the water running all the time
Is it wicked when you smile even though you feel like crying
Even though you could be sick at any time?

But if there was a sequel
Would you love me as an equal?
Would you love me till Im dead

If there was a sequel would you love me like an equal?
Would you love me till Im dead
And if there was a sequel
Would you love me as an equal?
Would you love me till Im dead
Or is there someone else instead?


As long as you’re something to own.

August 11, 2008

I got an ipod. I really have changed. Pineapple Express was good. I have strongly mixed feelings on the Apatow franchise [as well as most things in life if you have not noticed] but this quote I read in a review pretty much encapsulated what I feel about it; “beneficiary of low expectations.” It was kind of painful to go with your best buddy to a buddy comedy, at this particular crossroads we are at.

I hope our roads cross again someday. I really do. No one in my life has ever been so important. But, I am young, I am stupid, I need to take chances, I need to leave the nest. I have broken my own heart. Tragic and immense loss. Mistakes, mistakes I need to make.

There are beads that wrap
Around your knees that crackle into the dark
Like a walk in the park like a hole in your head
Like the feeling you get when you realize you’re dead
This time we ride roller coasters into the ocean
We feel no emotion as we spiral down to the world
And I guess it’s worth your time
Because there’s some lives you live
And some you leave behind
It gets hard to explain
The gardenhead knows my name

Leave me alone, for you know this isn’t the first time
In fact this is twice in a row
That the angels have slipped through our landslide
And filled up our garden with snow
And I don’t wish to taste of your insides
Or to call out your name through my phone
For the glory boys at your bedside will love you
As long as you’re something to own

Follow me through a city of frost covered angels
I swear I have nothing to prove
I just want to dance in your tangles
To give me some reason to move
But to take on the world at all angles
Requires a strength I can’t use
So I’ll meet you up high in your anger
Of all that is hoping and waiting for you

Also, no Street until the 25th. I have been ignoring all signs up until now, but this is pretty damb symbolic of our tragic loss.


norwegian wood.

May 2, 2008

just once, i wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it – to be fed so much love i couldn’t take any more. just once. so i made up my mind i was going to find someone who would love me unconditionally three hundred and sixty-five days a year. i was still in elementary school at the time – fifth or sixth grade – but i made up my mind for once and for all.”

“wow,” i said. “and did your search pay off?”

“that’s the hard part,” said midori. she watched the rising smoke for a while, thinking. “i guess i’ve been waiting so long i’m looking for perfection. that makes it tough.”

“waiting for the perfect love?”

“no, even i know better than that. i’m looking for selfishness. perfect selfishness. like, say i tell you i want to eat strawberry shortcake. and you stop everything you’re doing and run out and buy it for me. and you come back out of breath and get down on your knees and hold this strawberry shortcake out to me. and i say i don’t want it anymore and throw it out the window. that’s what i’m looking for.”

“i’m not sure that has anything to do with love,” i said with some amazement.

“it does,” she said. “you just don’t know it. there are times in a girl’s life when things like that are incredibly important.”

“things like throwing strawberry shortcake out the window?”

“exactly. and when i do it, i want the man to apologize to me. ‘now i see, midori. what a fool i’ve been! i should have known that you would lose your desire for strawberry shortcake. i have all the intelligence and sensitivity of a piece of donkey shit. to make it up to you, i’ll go out and buy something else. what would you like? chocolate mousse? cheesecake?'”

“so then what?”

“so then i’d give him all the love he deserves for what he’s done.”

“sounds crazy to me.”

“well, to me, that’s what love is.”



February 13, 2008

okay so i had a really awesome pre-valentines day that i am not allowed to post about but keith got me something really awesome named milady* and a heart-shaped box of chocolates [cause i’d never gotten one] and this really uglily-cute dollar store bear…. and a pen drawing of the cat. pretend you didn’t hear that it was the best valentines ever. [fuck valentines being on the actual day — i cannot fundamentally be against an excuse to do something nice for someone you love… but the actual date? come on. and it’s more surprising when it’s not.]

*sweet frasier/sarah silverman reference no one will appreciate.

oh and i generally hate animates gifs but how cold hearted do you have to be not to love this?