Listen
The Early November - The Course of Human Life
October 2009
i’ve been doing a lot of reflection as of late.
all the ones who meant or mean the most, know who they are. and they know i loved them all at varying degrees.
i’m just wondering what went wrong, or right with them all.
“That bitter pill we swallow,
Experience the pain from
An old wound leave not hollow
That torn heart we run from
But instead finds a hallowed
Ground oer restful d reams may come” —Chris Pensiero
Experience the pain from
An old wound leave not hollow
That torn heart we run from
But instead finds a hallowed
Ground oer restful d reams may come” —Chris Pensiero
i can’t find my favorite picture of you.
September 2009
Ginger is currently sleeping next to my laptop, so the fan is blowing all the heat on her, head on the caps lock key, and she’s snoring.
“Lets be kids again. Life was so simple then..”
—Howling Bells
he can't have my whole heart until you give it back to me.
so come home and let me go. you made your choice. and i made mine.
i’m sorry.
“Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary”
—Chuck Palahniuk
“Happiness comes more from loving than being loved; and often when our affection seems wounded it is only our vanity bleeding. To love, and to be hurt often, and to love again - this is the brave and happy life.”
—
Love is a fast song
Copeland
Copeland - Love is a fast song
my clothes smell like him.
i don’t ever want it to go away.
Cowboys won.
ugh.
Giants still beat them, so thats really all that matters.
My hair is back to being dark. Pictures soon.. maybe?
