happy 8th birthday wicked
8 years of mourning the wicked, being unlimited, unadulterated loathing, dancing through life, being very very popular, not being that girl, being sentimental and wonderful, short days full of so much to do, kissing too fiercely and holding too tight, getting punished for good deeds and of course defying gravity. Wicked changed me, for good.
every blessing comes with a set of curses;
Walking along the high tide-line. Watching the pacific from the side-lines. I wonder what it means to live together, looking for more than just guide-lines. Looking for signs in the night sky. Wishing that I wasn’t such a nice guy. I wonder what it means to live forever, I wonder what it means to die. I know that there’s a meaning to it all. A little resurrection every time I fall....
forgive quickly, kiss slowly.
i'd rather run the other way than stay and see;
I never knew, I never knew that everything was falling through. That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue, to turn and run when all I needed was the truth. But that’s how it’s got to be, It’s coming down to nothing more than apathy. I’d rather run the other way than stay and see, the smoke and who’s still standing when it clears. When everyone knows I’m...
my entire blog used to be dedicated only to...
i miss that. i don’t think i’ve posted a song in two months. i used to do it daily. i need to fix this RIGHT NOW
i really want a son.
NOT RIGHT NOW. but when i have kids. i really want a boy.
little cat, little cat, oh why do you look so blue? did somebody paint you like that, or is it your birthday too?