burnt deep into my brain

music just sounds better 

when the person who wrote the song 

is the one who's singing it.

99.999999999% of the time

the flowers you gave me are rotting

here is the deepest secret nobody knows,

here is the root of the root,

and the bud of the bud,

in the sky of the sky, of a tree called life,

which grows higher than any soul can hope, or mind can hide.

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.

your head is aching, i'll make it better...

you know how sometimes, 

you'll listen to a song (or an artist)

so often, or so many times through,

that you sing along quietly to yourself without even realizing it.

then that same song will become ridiculously popular,

and so it's played about a billion times,

on top of the countless times you've already heard it;

in your car, your room, on your ipod, wherever...

so you take a break from it,

and then one day, without meaning to,

you'll hear it again,

and realize that over all that time,

and all those plays,

you've forgotten how amazing it was,

and why you loved it so much in the first place.

that happened to me today,

for the first time in a long time;

and i forgot how much i love this feeling.

cause i love you more than i could ever promise,

and you take me the way i am.

chaque fois que tu ton va, je pretend que tu fais bien.

Il était une fois, nous étions un

Maintenant nous ne sommes plus, nous sommes des choses détachées

Votre baiser, je l'oublie

Je ne connais plus votre peau

Je ne dis plus votre nom

i should have taken french in high school.

you belong with me.

those homos need to CUT. THE. SHIT.

this is the billionth time this year that i've had a fashion/accessory/bag epiphany,

i get this vision in my head of the PERFECT item and commence searching;

then while i'm scouring all my favorite sites i find it!

whatever i'm looking for, 

EXACTLY as i imagined it.

but it's ALWAYS d&g,

and is therefore about 1.5 million dollars.

damn those queers and their exquisite design aesthetic!

i need to get my happy ass on a game show or something.

maybe deal or no deal so i can lick my knuckles right before that germ-a-phoebe mandell fist bumps me.

i do NOT fist bump,

unless i get something out of it.

the tv's still on

if i were dying;

and my mother found out.

i would have to comfort her.

i love them with all my heart, 

with everything i have inside of me;

but my parents had no business being parents.

if you've seen no good at saying sorry then you know,

this is why grey's anatomy means so much to me.

we need to talk...

how long should i wait before i let you go?

whose side should i take when both of us are wrong?

whose eyes will you look in, when love is in your heart?

whose voice will serenade you to help you fall asleep?

just know that i love you,

even still,

even now,

even though we fell apart;

and i hope you'll be okay.

i'd burn the city down to show you the light.

MARK MY WORDS;

EVEN IF IT KILLS ME;

IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO,

I WILL OWN THESE BOOTS!!!

the future looks bright

maybe i'll blog everyday for the rest of march,.

not always with something amazing or profound,

but always something,

that way this time in my life isn't lost,

and i'll have some kind of record of what my life was like,

at the beginning of my time with forever 21;

because this has the potential to change my life,

it's why i haven't been posting,

or making videos, 

i need to put the whole of my concentration into this right now.

unfortunately that means i don't have a few hours to make a video that i'm proud of, and if i can't do that, then i refuse to do it halfway.

tomorrow i think i'll share with you "the saddest song in the world".

pee to the ess

i JUST got home from work.

i told you, this is kind of my life right now.

sorry, in advance

question, tell me what you think about this

what happens when i find him?

the guy who's sweet and thoughtful,

with his dark hair and light in his eyes.

then what happens if he loves me back?

we love all the same songs,

and hate things in the same ways.

then what happens if he decides i'm not enough,

we're not enough,

or worse, what if something horrible happens to him?

what do i do then?

who am i afterwards?

how do i get better, once i've had the best?

and finally,

is it crazy to miss a place that you've never been?

because i do;

it's all i can think about,

and some days, it's the only thing that keeps me sane.