the speaker's blown so nothing sounds quite right..

you know you space me out, run me down, mess me up, cool me out, burn me up, shoot me down, wind me up, reel me in, spin me round, set me off and i gun for you- part 1.
But i lovelovelove him more than any of us can ever understand. give us a week, give us a month, give us two. I don't care because everything's alright now and guess what; it's all worth it.
 kiwi
good night louhou, I'll be dreaming of you, wrappend in the starsprangled banner with eyes red as nosebleed and underwear. I love you socker.

halo and wings.

jag hatar honom av hela mitt hjärta för allt han gör mot mig men det får du inte säga til någon.

it hits you in the head SMACK.

there's more than one motive for the crime/I'm mailing the first letter today D.
spinspanspunyouroundroundround-didn't it? stop with the candy marble-eye, All you everused to need was fog. times (trainstimetimetrains?) change, people change. I'm now afraid to look anyone in the eye. winter's the same though. we all go back to what we used to be and some of us didn't even change. Iloveyoulucylou.
sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide.
the cutest penguin I'll ever see and I envy the man who can close his eyes and be in an icecave.
Idareyou.







"better?" she said, and her eyes were like marbles. charlie

marbles.

honestly never missed you this much. you make all the huge problems so much smaller.

we are now the american hockey leauge N and L has a big Heart between them once again. someone was kind enough to state they gave us a month, most people bet on a week. toots' nearly cried and seth yelled at me. save it for the letter, right?

 I'm well on my way, all by myself, see you down there. charlie

the best thing in romance since romeo met juliet.

I woke up this morning thinking " today I have to buy lots and lots of stamps".

Love is hell part two just blew up in my face and you're not home, I miss you crazy. Not even iceman's present. A rebound would be just what I needed with youlou out of the country but hey; he's not here either.

Since mr, shitface and I are on again off again I'm in complete limbo. he puts me on clouds one day and the next he throws me down a hole. we'll fuck him and his "call you right back"'s cause that was 6 hours ago and you said we'd meet and talk. I don't deserve it and yet I can't walk away from it. 

I thought we shared the green obcession but my drug has an other name, starts with N and hurts me just as bad. Your promises mean nothing to me and your "sorry"s pour off me like rain, instead I end up soaked in salt. So fuck you.



I'll just go marry edward norton cause at least he can fight. club