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[Sunday
October 18th, 2009
12:16pm] |
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music |
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Sorry Sorry - Rooney |
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When you were young, all a skinny tall guy with crummy hair had to do was remotely pretend to be adam brody and a girl would come along.
You would listen to all music genres but people would only notice the bands they don't know.
Sarcasm is your stable and all your jokes would revolve around that.
You could talk and talk and talk and talk with your girl about seemingly nothing at all.
All you ever wear are your indigo jeans, random tees and worn out sneakers.
You would go out of your way to surprise her just because you can.
You brim with optimism, which stems from years of underdog stories, watching the 99' champion's league final, superhero comics, teen dramas and the unconditional belief that if eric forman could bed donna, you could too.
You were happy, or at least too ignorant to be bothered with things like misery.
The sham then would probably laugh his butt (or lack thereof) at how I am now.
Sitting around mindfucked and incapable of anything but going through the motions.
I'm sh-sh-shakin', shakin' up
Wake me up?
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[Sunday
October 11th, 2009
6:44am] |
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mood |
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lonely |
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music |
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Grapevine Fires - Death Cab For Cutie |
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Its lonely when you're away from the pack.
You get lonelier when nobody understands.
Because you know you're different.
You don't necessarily want what everybody else wants.
Yet you still find yourself staying to finish what you started.
Because as much as how you say deep down your heart screams stop.
Even deeper down, you know responsibilities are meant to be fulfilled.
And you wouldn't have it any other way.
I miss.
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[Sunday
August 16th, 2009
11:03am] |
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mood |
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If lust is desire for the body. Then love is desire for the soul.
And now my soul is desiring you more than ever.
Another week.
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