April 2009
1 post
I moved. →
March 2009
2 posts
late night swims
are my time of peace.
February 2009
29 posts
heynowgirl:
Paramore’s piano intro for Emergency....
youandmeboth
i really miss her writing, i could say that about a lot of authors from quizilla.
Watchthewilliambeckett:
After posting the song, I felt like playing it. After playing it, I felt like filming it. After filming it, I felt like posting it. Quite the cycle…
This is for everyone who has been so supportive and respectful over the time I’ve had this blog. For the love of music; without you, I wouldn’t be me.
Intensify →
amazing. <3
i hate that
i have the will and the talent to be a great artist but never the creativity. :\
Listen
you have a pretty face, in such an ugly way.
January 2009
43 posts
Boy Oliver →
His name was Oliver.
The tall, awkward, and out of place boy named Oliver Boyd.
He had an air of confidence; said and did whatever he wanted.
A walking critic, his mother would describe him. Of course, she had her long share of being critiqued; she no longer drafted the help of her son when it came to opinions.
After pausing for a moment, Oliver’s mother would reconsider, titling her...
Listen
Want a Twinkie, Ghengis Khan? -Ted
Did I mention...
that I love to say your name? If you could just take my hand, it would make my day. We would sail away on a rocket.
school
75% wanting to see my friends. 15% wanting to turn in that retched paper that has been torturing me. 10% wanting to grab my painting from the art room.
0% wanting to actually learn.
so much to choose from...
i wonder what i’ll be.
the future is edging near
and frankly I’m scared to death.
why is it...
everything has to be a something? I ponder this, why can’t everyone accept that a thing can just be without being anything specific? If that made any sense. I drew a drawing, I named it Fluffy?, I showed it to my mom. Her only comment was, “What is it?” Can’t it just be nothing and a nice drawing?