as the days, go on.

sometimes i wish i wasn't me.
sometimes i read PostSecret, and i wish i knew where a mailbox was, because, trust me, there are things i need to say.
when i read PostSecret, i usually cry. always.
these songs are mocking me.
they "remind me of a different time."
please, please, please.
it's my only escape.

God wears camouflage, cries at night and drives a Dodge.

gotta paint those walls white.
off white
ivory.

dear boy -

although i do not know who you are, and we have never met,
i would like to inquire about the date upon which we would perhaps possibly meet. I don't know where all that hair grew from, it must be the stuy kids. anyway, i followed you to your high school one day, which i now know is stuyvesent high school on chambers street. i also observed that the fore mentioned location is noticably close to my house. and yet ive never seen you. not once.

raeeoohh.

i was walking and it was dark. there were two in front of me. we crossed the street. it was cold. i had to walk past the court house. i didnt want to. i dont like the court house. they walked past the court house. i followed. i had to walk through the intersection. i didnt want to. i dont like the intersection. they walked through the intersection. i followed. i kept following them, farther than i had to walk, i missed my destination, they stopped. they stopped. they stopped and turned. they stopped and turned and spoke. they stopped and turned and spoke and asked. "where is bleeker street?"

LUL my life.

(tomorrow)

happy birthday, daddy.

We're Mormons.

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=171396102886486&set=a.171395879553175.48143.100000482921778&pid=532737&id=100000482921778

credits to the lovely Gideon Leeper.

the ever kissie walt disney.

The General, Dispatch

So, take a shower, shine your shoes, you got no time to lose, you're young man, you must be living, go now, you are forgiven.

please?

taken from an iphone?

i just dont understand who thought these up

how one could know exactly what i love without knowing me
id like to own, these are ill.

(402):
From the trajectory of the puke, I must have fallen off the top bunk while trying to vomit, due to the dented bucket, ruined carpet, and bruised dignity I now own.

good thing we dont have bunkbeds.

(402):
From the trajectory of the puke, I must have fallen off the top bunk while trying to vomit, due to the dented bucket, ruined carpet, and bruised dignity I now own.

good thing we dont have bunkbeds.

LoveSong for Lucifer

http://ffffound.com/image/29a013e02d515b95e2746d0bb86d7a9c7dc7fcb0

nineteen ninety was twenty years ago.

saw this and cried.

http://ffffound.com/image/48cdc752d968de697249372fca458a1d37f0b22e