February 2012
55 posts
someone like me
someone like you- and all you know, and how you speak. countless lovers under cover of the street.
HEYHeyhey, go0o0dbye
step one: realize i have been completely and utterly deluded. step two: get the fuck over it. small victories, little blessings.
young forever
a trained bird will dawdle this earth- misfitted claws & flaws trying to fill footprints of giants. one foot in front of the other, do it to get by.
did you forget? there are wings on your back. do you remember what it feels like to spread yourself, to be above it all- above this all. and you always have a choice, to walk away. but if there’s anything i’ll ever ask of you- i...
untouched
i know ive stood here before cause the view looks the same, just the dirt under my feet’s shifted a little, just the littlest understatement. started from scratch- tabula rasa and naivete, ‘aint got nothing to lose and it seemed like the best way to live. but it rained for the first time and i swear on my life id never felt anything so real. i suppose its been winter for a while now...
like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a...
time for a change when you want something so bad it hurts- when you want something that you don’t even know exists. pastfuturepresent, aches in my chest where my mind told me there’s supposed to be a heart, lungs so full of potential and opportunity but i cant get myself breathe just breathe ventilationsexpectationsmanipulations grow the fuck up, i mean change. and tentwentyfiftydollar...
Mile Away - Capital Lights
lazy eye
it was always a firm philosophy of mine that most everything in this world is material- physical things that dissipate when we’re gone- love? thats just a euphemism for infatuation. like a lightbulb maybe- there are thousands of lightbulbs out there: misplace em, waste em, break em, replace em- any old light bulb is fine to make yourself illuminate and burn brighter than those eyes, they all...
andwe'll go go go
waiting for you is like waiting for a bus. sometimes its late, sometimes its early- somehow its never quite on time. waiting for you is like waiting for a bus, you’re filled with strangers and people and stories and secrets and things i’ll sit really close to but never really know. i watch other buses stop for me and come and i let them go- they can take me where i need to be, but none...
lifes too short to even care at all
if i could find a way, to see this straight i’d run away to some fortune that I should have found by now.
holyfuck
probably the best weekend in the history of ever in the whole world. life has never been so good to me and I am so grateful <3 YEYEEEEE
last carnival
which marks the beginning of the end of it all. forever reppin’ 2012 HERE WE GO <3
