Clothing design, Journal Writing, Photography, Singing, Song Writing, Web Design, Writing
Video Games:
First person shooter, Racing, Role Playing, Strategy
Music:
Alternative, Classic Rock, Death Metal, Electronica, Emo, Hardcore, Hip-Hop, Indie, Jazz, Metal, Pop, Progressive, Punk, R & B, Rap, Rock, Ska, Soul, Techno, Acoustic, Rave
Sports:
Kickboxing, Running, Ultimate Frisbee
Musical Instruments:
Acoustic guitar, Bass guitar, Electric Guitar, Keyboard, Kit Drums, Other Drums, Piano, Saxophone
ALL THOSE TIMES THE --
Dating Situation: *sigh*
-- HIGHWAY MELTED
neurotic, cynical, shopaholic "i discovered windows one day, and after that, nothing was ever the same."
colour my world and hang me in pearls
"They perch on their stilts, pointing and daring me to break custom."
let it play, that's my song,
TURN IT UP
"come close, i never wanted to collapse."
..freeways and free days are heaven to me
we scream our insecurities, but mutter our apologies
and that's why this world will always be
so wrong your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
do you know you're unlike any other?
you'll always be my thunder, and i said
your eyes are the brightest of all the colors.
Come inside. You are hungry for sleep.
You are the warmest part of the winter. When I was young I made a plan that I would never break myself.
Lift the shade and let some light in the room, we don't see the sun anymore.
Color the coast with your smile. It's the most genuine thing that I've ever seen.
I was so lost, but now I believe.
And we're driving just as fast as we can, and we're racing to outrun the wind.
And the stereo sings our song, we don't hesitate to sing along.
Drive to dream, to live. We could see the world tonight.
& in the night, we'll wish this never ends. We'll wish this never ends.
july 20th, 2008.
you were almost my day late friend.
This is incredible. Starving, insatiable.
Yes, this is love for the first time.
Well you'd like to think that you were invincible.
Yeah, well weren't we all once before we felt loss for the first time?
Well this is the last time.
"illegitimus non carborundum"
And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Clawed into words, then would be savagely still.
"My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
"Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.
"What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
"I never know what you are thinking. Think."
I think we are in rats' alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.
"What is that noise?"
The wind under the door.
"What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?"
Nothing again nothing.
"Do
"You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
"Nothing?"