| I'm the girl that looks at you and makes you smile, makes you laugh, makes you frustrated even.
There is a reason why this happens. A real one.
I'm in the mood to watch Sunshine Cleaning.
I love it when Emily Blunt's character hangs beneath the moving train, screams, cries, and laughs.
It would be something perfect to do with the way I'm feeling.
I like this photo a whole lot. |
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| So for a while tonight I was really into hearing Broken Social Scene until I saw Linda's shogazer forever post and had to switch to Slowdive. There are a good handful of things that I think of when I listen to BSS. I have made so many memories involving their albums. It always makes me think of Katie, Matt Saunders, Adrin, being stranded in Pottsville with Jackson while everyone went to London, and probably a few other things. I think it resembles my innocence in a way, because I was so unexperienced and young? I suppose.
I just want to a have big fat bss sing a long.
Someone shared a Sylvia Plath poem with me today and I found it very interesting.
I didn't know what to think about it until I knew the real meaning.
I like it and think it's quite creative considering what it's about.
I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
Who knows what it's about without looking it up, huh?
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| Didn't anybody, didn't anybody tell you?
Didn't anybody tell you how to gracefully disappear in a room?
Didn't anybody, didn't anybody tell you?
Didn't anybody tell you, this river's full of lost sharks?
And so and now, i'm sorry i missed you.
I had a secret meeting in the basement of my brain. |
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In all honesty...I don't know what I'm doing. |
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| Its amazes me how listening to a song, album, or band can cause you to feel such heartbreak and happiness all at once.
sometimes I really hate remembering.
sometimes I really hate feeling.
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