Pretty amazing weekend. A sick Bon Iver concert, excellent time with littlest bro, an awesome time playing “Slosh Ball,” a sunburn, saw a very funny movie in Friends with Benefits, hung with a girl that I have a big crush on, and, believe it or not, caught up a little on sleep. Nevertheless, Sunday nights are a bummer and something is missing.
Why do chicks always leave something behind? Are you marking your territory? It’s never anything you need just something small and insignificant.
It’s like clockwork.
he’s got my heart in a vice and there isn’t a thing I can do about it.
He breaks my heart and there is nothing I can do, but push him away and force myself to move on.
It makes me sad, coz I like him so much.
This emo moment was brought to you by Whiskey: a girl’s best friend.
fuck you and good night.
Change the “boy” to a “girl” and the “he” to a “she” and a “him” to a “her” and “whiskey” to “Lakeshore Fixed Gear” and you got it nailed.
“In life the things that we try
Don’t work the first time
It’s OK you gotta start again
And rewind the tape babe
Ya get paid yeah you made a mistake
But you’re telling the story
It’s OK take a break cause tomorrow’s
A brand new day
So I’m looking high in every place and I’m
Following everything within my heart
I thought that I could make a difference
I feel like I am falling from the star
Don’t baby ever let me go….”