it's true that i dont know whats best for you, but i can be sure that you will someday.

dont give up until your sure you've found that.

Because i wouldnt have it any other way...

i'll serenade my sad canine setter until the man with the gun follows our voices to my death.

i'll right your capsized ship until the water fills my lungs.

i'll strum for the trees until my fingers wont move no more.

i'll clasp my snake until she turns cold in my hands for the last time.

i'll give anything i have until i have no more pockets.

you were aware, you were stupid, now it all makes sense.

Doing something that you were aware has a certain, bad, harmful, heartbreaking, mood altering outcome is the most satisfying experience, even when you have to deal with the aforementioned consequences. im not saying that ALL consequences are worth the sick and twisted feeling of satisfaction, only attainable by risks you were stupid enough to take. But when you find the ones that are, you sure as hell better hold on tight, cause you'll come right back to it, harder, everytime you try to get away. you may see it as a guilty pleasure, but this is far more addicting than that. its a dirty crutch, a vice, if you will. i hear that everyone has one, but it took me a while to realize what mine is, now it all makes sense....to a point, of course. Do i think a crutch is necessary? only to the broken.

I think good things have their place. They were never meant to last forever. They were never meant to be permanent.

I've learned that the easy way, why can't you?

Jenny Lewis - Acid Tongue

your welcome?

Happy Chinese New Year!

I'm sorry i can't give all of you money tomorrow in little red envelopes like i wish i could, i dont have a job at the time (anyone wanna hire me?) and i dont think i would have the money to give all of you even if i did, SO! im gonna try and give you something better...

no, this isnt better, but its the best i can do!!

in the light of the "new years resolution" spirit, im opening my house, ears and company to you.

Tomorrow is the beginning of the year of the ...TIGER! grrrrrrrrrr!

also, its vacation. awesome.

And even though your not alone hes never there to be with you.

it kinda gets to me that three songs i truly enjoy by First Aid Kit (Tangerine, Our Own Pretty Ways, Your Not Coming Home Tonight) all have a similar theme.

they're written in the words of a wife character who has lost the love of her husband. He's either been with another woman, left never to come back home, or change is taking its course in their lives and he stopped trying.

i dont know why these particular songs give me such a hard time, its not like domestic hardships are new in any way!

i assume it hurts more now than ever because they capture a reality for me that not many singers can do. they hit home. "i cant make you laugh like tangerine." these are the real, basic struggles many people go through day to day. realize it, then be better than it.

the tears i've cried have emptiness written all over them.

they fall real slow like leaves blowin' in the wind.

Who's to say that the best is yet to come?

when my best is far below the bar.

im not even sure if i want this anymore,

but in that moment, you fall back on what you know.

the quiet is firmiliar, a home, my home;

i go back there, after each day is done.

Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.

desire is a funny thing. You never can FULLY know what you want because it changes all the time. yet, i think its completely important to have some sort of idea of what you want and don't want.

there's things i want today and in ten years.

you should figure that out, soon. here's mine :)

today: i want someone to ..come over/listen to First Aid Kid -and- Iron & Wine/play with Rad/drink water with me.

ten years: i want to be in the south...working as a psychotherapist/raising an adopted baby/knitting a blanket for my neighbor's newborn/painting my walls new colors with whoever wants to join me.

your eyes were singing to her like they have the answers. that smile crept on your face, one liar, two dancers, caught in a trance, no longer known as romance, that begs and pleads for one more chance.

you watched him tip his hat to some other brunettes. the room was dark and cold, a scent of cigarettes, caught in a trance, no longer known as romance, that begs and pleads for one more chance.

Radical.

I bought myself a snake this weekend. She's absolutely beautiful. We have a lot of fun together and you should all meet her.

She's taught me a ton, well, her presence did.

I've learned that i don't want an other half. when im older, i dont want to come home to someone waiting in the living room for me to get back from my day.

She stays in her home and i stay in mine, and when we mutually want to be together, we are. that's how i want to live. i dont want to be with people just for the sake of being with them. i always want to be able to be content with being alone. it helps me enjoy your company more, so come visit, or ill see you. its important.

again, please?

no, i can't go back there. i don't know how to show you. it's all about the memory it brings. the quick racing pictures of the piercing stares and the open doors, all seen through wet, blurry eyes. i remember the thoughts as though they're i'm seeing them for the first time, right now. and at the same time, its so common, i know what will happen next. my thoughts will get faster, the pull will get stronger, your heart will keep beating, then ..it'll happen.

the use of pronouns is a peculiar thing. if you make up your own, they start to make sense to you, him and her.

every cloud's got a silver linin'.

this songs sole existence + remembering the last time i heard this = the need for you to enjoy this too.

Ugly Day - Five Iron Frenzy

stole-stole it.

i'd say it was peer pressure, but im totally bringing this upon myself. :)

this is it folks.

dear humanity,

more nonsense please.

dont be blunt with me, for i long not to know the truths that hold you together. instead, show me what my widening eyes want to see. I've learned that driving aimlessly through godforsaken towns will eventually lead you right where you want to be. now show me that you see it too. in your sole existence, let me see that insomnia, paranoia and burritos are fine in moderation. ive grown accustomed to the sun setting and rising on winter-time. don't let me get too comfortable.

i have lived 15 years and have wasted no time. my nose has been growing since before i was even born.
let me eat fudge and make idols of chords and words, it's all right to think you still belong to something you don't.