February 2011
fix my sink.
it’s been months. fuck this shit. i’m annoyed.
January 2011
Walking Far From Home~
I was walking far from home Where the names were not burned along the wall Saw a building high as heaven But the door was so small, door was so small I saw rain clouds, little babies And a bridge that had tumbled to the ground I saw sinners making music And I dreamt of that sound, dreamt of that sound I was walking far from home But I carried your letters all the while I saw lovers in a window...
softshrill:
Beach House, Zebra
can i just sleep forever? i don’t want to do anything. i want to paint, and work on ceramics but i really have no motivation. i don’t want to do math homework, i don’t like it, i want real math, the kind i learned in high school. sure this is similar, but translating the language of an article into a work of art.. i’m not sure how this is math. i need to read an article and...
I am completely lost.
Would fuck Jonah Hill before Michael Cera
remirobbins:
JUST THE WAY IT IS
i love kicking boxes, but i feel like it’s never going to help me get in the shape i want to be in.
But she caught me on the counter
WASN’T ME
Saw...
well i showered.. so now i’m going to kick box, then shower again. yeeahh.
i really just want to drive around with the windows down listening to the new iron & wine album.
subway has too many options.
ahhh. i’ll get it all.
rakuscarecrow:
Me: What’s wrong?
Molly: Everything that I own is breaking!
Lindsey: Have you broken a mirror in the past like seven years?
i'm so sick of homework. ugh.
