February 2010
please?
http://www.songbirdswing.tumblr.com/ask
:)
January 2010
not gonna lie;
heytherecutiee:
the movie of the day looks creeeepy
:p
haroldandmaudeee. i’ve seen this first part.
it’s wonnnerful. :)
le deluge.
Ten things I wish I could say to ten people: 10. I really like you lots. 9. you’re beautiful. that’s it. 8. go. away. 7. hold my hand and tell me that it’s alright. 6. you make me cry. 5. you annoy the hell out of me. 4. PLEASE SHUT UP. 3. i miss you. so so so very much 2. come baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. 1. look at me. i’m right here.
Nine things about myself: 9. i’m...
us.
can’t sleep, won’t sleep.
i just want you here.
we can eat grapefruit and watch the stars.
better/worse.
scared. scarred. sacred.
the heart, the heart.
if it doesn’t control emotion,
why does my entire chest hurt?
…
i’ve fallen back into the bad habit of doodling in the margins of every paper i’m handed. and the bipolar is back.
shit.
i need summer, like, right now.
pauvre.
i took a shower that was so hot that i could barely breathe.
now i’m out here, and i can take deep breaths.
it is so nice.
_________
i love that you did what you did today. not the crazy drama thing, but the sitting with me after we finished our tests. sat and talked with me. i liked that a lot.
_________
i don’t know what i’m doing wrong.
jai ho.
slumdog soundtraaaaack. so much looooove.
if anyone has this, pretty please can i has a copy?
i’ll return the favor.
so pretty and wonderful.
“i’m dancing out on a limb, on the tips of the trees.”
– today was lovely.
public.
i’m sorry that you got hurt.
but i don’t like you and kinda think you’re a bitch.
so.
cheers.
waves.
i know it. you know it.
the subtle (or not so subtle) touches that we don’t shy away from.
tomorrow,
i want you to come up and sweep me off my feet.
more than you have.
i’m so tired of being lonely.
please.
it shouldn’t be this easy to picture us together.
stop tempting me,
and do it.
_________
shit, i want this badly.
_________
“a loft in paris and a house by the sea. we’ll be so goddamn tan and...”
– me, conversation with jon about wedding plans, etc. +1 for rhyming.
throughtheframe asked: do you listen to the fratellis?
do you know how incredibly happy you make me? i like having you around so much.
gahh.
make something happen, please.
tiff.
you build me up.
you break me down.
.
wedding plans and butterflies.
.
fidelity.
you’re making my stomach do some impressive arcobatics.
i never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.
puzzlepieces.
piled tight.
lifeboats by snow patrol
Hold on, hold on, let me get the words out before I burst There’s no truth at all, poking at the giant eyes of ancient gods Cool heads have failed, now it’s time for me to have my turn Kiss me, kiss me, life is way too short to scream and shout Flashed up in my wildest dreams, the dark red blood streams, stretching out like vast cracked ice. The veins of you,...
primary.
blue lips- regina spektor
He stumbled into faith and thought God, there is all there is The pictures in his mind arose And began to breathe And all the gods and all the worlds Began colliding on a backdrop of blue Blue lips, blue veins He took a step but then felt tired He said I’ll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn’t a child And all the people hurried fast,...
DEAR HANNA
heytherecutiee:
i love you :)
loveyoubaaaack:)
a simple seed.
the sea.
i love that phrase. it just sounds calm and deep and soft.
and full of torrents and undertows and whitecaps.
how i long to feel the sea between my fingers and toes,
whipping at our hair and noses and pant hems.
the sea,
the sea,
the sea.
“you have stolen my heart.”
– dashboardconfessional.
arrondissement asked: WHY ARE YOU UP SO LATE?
the spaniard.
letter to a boy.
today you were lovely.
sweet and flattering and funny.
you didn’t talk about masturbation or sex.
we discussed our faux wedding and you called three times.
i feel like we could go together so well.
because i want so badly to believe that this is your true dynamic,
how you really are.
“mom, when i get a car, if it’s not so ugly that i can’t drive it...
la faute.
Je suis comme je suis Je suis comme je vis Je fais tout ce que je veux Je vis comme je suis Tout ce qu’on me dit Ne me rend pas, ne me rend pas heureux
take it from christophe Maé. he has a dreadhawk and a soul patch, for christ’s sake.
board.
do it, please?
http://songbirdswing.tumblr.com/ask
tanks kiddos.
aujordhui.
today was so good.
just plain wonderful.
i’m replaying it in my head and smiling.
i need more good days.
fete d'hiver.
“the french can fly!”
“guyliner and his gypsy mistress..yeah.”
“can you really call that half clothed?”
“it’s like he was trained by a gospel singer. and the backstreet boys. at the same time.”
“dreadlock mohawk? DREADHAWK.”
hey french club? i love you :)