"You see? That is just like you, Harry. You say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you."

I. Do. Not. Get. Him.

But I do know that
You ain't no god damn son of a bitch
You're just more unlikable than you used to be

There is something
I see in you
It might kill me
I want it to be true

818.899.8612

Who the fuck are you?

I have a funny feeling he be lurkin' me.

::shifty eyes::




SHIT. Orientation tomorrow, 8am. NOOOOOOOOO. =(

"I bet you've had a hard time walking into a room full of people on your own, right? Yeah. I know that. I know what it is not to feel like you're in the room until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense, just to let everyone know...you're with him. You're his."

Oh. IC what you did there.

IC. IC.

::shakes finger at you::

"...and learn to accept that the only constant thing about you is change.

OMG. Truth.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

And I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

151.198.167.106

You can stop at anytime, you know.


EDIT: 207.200.116.12

You too.

Q. It's ironic it would happen in Wimbledon, isn't it?

MARAT SAFIN: Yeah, it happens. Shit happens (smiling).

Mario and Marat.

My God.

Such a good day today...except for that lady at the car place:

Lady: How old are you?
Me: ...22.
Lady: REALLY? You don't look that old at all. You look a lot younger.
Me: ::stare:: um. Okay.

Then my mum told her that I don't like hearing that and that I'm going to be pissed off for the rest of the day. ha. I wouldn't mind being told that when I'm, I don't know, 45 -- but, right now, no.

I might run off at any given time
Don't leave no notes there ain't no reason to lie
Guess I haven't found what I'm looking for
Can't keep my hands to myself
Or my eyes off the door

Is it any wonder that I'm onto the next
I'll be the first one to tell you
And the last to forget
Don't let me drag you into this bitterness
Sometimes I don't even understand the half of it

Don't work yourself up
Don't work yourself up
Don't work yourself up
Too much, too much, love

Don't work yourself up
Don't work yourself up
Don't work yourself up
Too much, too much, love

Sometimes I can't stand to be apart
I walk around this city, alone 'til it's dark
And if the sadness won't ever go away
I suppose I'll build it a home
So it has a nice place to stay

Most of the time I don't mind the company
But God I wish you would stay
Why do you have to leave
Seems like we always want what we can't have
But that's just life, baby
You can't get mad

There's no one to blame
And nothing here to see
You don't call, I don't blame you
I don't even trust me

Don't work yourself up
Don't work yourself up
Don't work yourself up
Too much, too much, love

Don't work yourself up
Don't work yourself up
Don't work yourself up
Too much, too much

I want to love you, but I don't know how
I want to love you, but I don't know how
I want to love you, but I don't know how
I want to love you, but I don't know how

And this happens all the time
Oh yes, it happens all the time

One day, I'll find relief
I'll be arrived and
I'll be a friend to my friends who know how to be friends

One day, I'll be at peace
I'll be enlightened and
I'll be married with children and maybe adopt

One day, I will be healed
I will gather my wounds - forge the end of tragic comedy

I have been running so sweaty my whole life
Urgent for a finish line
And I have been missing the rapture this whole time
Of being forever incomplete

One day, my mind will retreat
And I'll know God and
I'll be constantly one with her night, dusk, and day
One day, I'll be secure
Like the women I see on their 30th anniversaries

I have been running so sweaty my whole life
Urgent for a finish line
And I have been missing the rapture this whole time
Of being forever incomplete

Ever unfolding
Ever expanding
Ever adventurous and torturous
But never done

One day, I will speak freely
I'll be less afraid
And measured outside of my poems and lyrics and art
One day, I will be faith-filled
I'll be trusting and spacious
Authentic and grounded and whole

I have been running so sweaty my whole life
Urgent for a finish line
And I have been missing the rapture this whole time
Of being forever incomplete

Q: Have you been watching the match (in dressing room)? Have you been massaged?
Mitya: We are not massaged before matches.
Tarpi: He and Safin have been massaging each other.

Omg...lolololololololol.

If I told you things I did before
Told you how I used to be
Would you go along with someone like me
If you knew my story word for word
Had all of my history
Would you go along with someone like me

"... Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well. There's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well...you still can't live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well...you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses."

Shadows all around you
As you surface from the dark
Emerging from the gentle grip
Of night's unfolding arms
Darkness, darkness everywhere
Do you feel alone
The subtle grace of gravity
The heavy weight of stone

You don't see what you possess
A beauty calm and clear
It floods the sky and blurs the darkness
Like a chandelier
All the light that you possess
Is skewed by lakes and seas
The shattered surface, so imperfect
Is all that you believe

I will bring a mirror
So silver, so exact
So precise and so pristine
A perfect pane of glass
I will set the mirror up
To face the blackened sky
You will see your beauty
Every moment that you rise