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i WATCHED THE WALLS AROUND ME CRUMBLE, BUT iT'S NOT LiKE i WONT BUiLD THEM UP AGAiN. SO HERE'S YOUR LAST CHANCE FOR REDEMPTiON, SO TAKE iT WHiLE iT LASTS BECAUSE iT WiLL END. AND MY TEARS ARE TURNiNG iNTO TiME i'VE WASTED TRYiNG TO FiND A REASON FOR GOODBYE. i WONT BE THE ONE TO CHASE YOU, BUT AT THE SAME TiME YOU'RE THE HEART THAT i CALL HOME. i'M ALWAYS STUCK WiTH THESE EMOTiONS AND THE MORE i TRY TO FEEL, THE LESS i'M WHOLE. MY TEARS ARE TURNiNG iNTO TiME i'VE WASTED TRYiNG TO FiND A REASON FOR GOODBYE. i CAN'T LiVE WiTHOUT YOU, CAN'T BREATHE WiTHOUT YOU, i DREAM ABOUT YOU. HONESTLY TELL ME THAT iT'S OVER BECAUSE iF THE WORLD iS SPiNNiNG AND i'M STiLL LiViNG, iT WONT BE RiGHT iF WE'RE NOT iN iT TOGETHER. TELL ME THAT iT'S OVER AND i'LL BE THE FiRST TO GO. DON'T LET ME BE THE LAST TO KNOW. TELL ME THAT iT'S OVER. HONESTLY, TELL ME THAT iT'S OVER. TELL ME THAT iT'S OVER NO MOMENT WiLL BE MORE TRUE THAN THE MOMENT i LOOK AT YOU. AND THAT iS ALL i'M PRAYiNG, THAT SOMEDAY YOU WILL UNDERSTAND. AND THAT iS ALL i'M PRAYiNG, THAT SOMEDAY i WiLL UNDERSTAND.

 

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lindseyethatsme

:: 2007 26 April :: 10.55am
:: Music: fuck was i - jenny owen youngs

first thoughts surveys.

1. Cigarette:
sinking. stress and a cup of coffee.

2.Nascar:
you told me we would be perfect.

3. Relationships:
chemicals. and aching.

4. Your Last Ex:
you were supposed to leave my mind.

5. Football:
we were inseperable on sundays. holy days.

6. Crack:
he would call and we would talk about drugs. and life.

7. Food:
scales. toilets. mirrors. numbers. skinnier and skinnier.

8. President:
you waited so long and loved so hard.

9. War:
you left me too short and i hurt. so hard.

10. Cars:
summer heat. evening cool. i heard you coming from down the street.

11. Gas Prices:
i was just thirteen when we went to war.

12. FUTURE:
i still have the letters under my bed, and you wrote about it.

13. Bon Jovi:
music. passion.

14. Religion
we were afraid. and so we hid.

15. MySpace:
emails. conversations at all cost. journal entries.

16. Fear:
never returning my red shoes by the age of 21.


19. Blondes:
she thought you loved her.

20. Brunettes:
i thought you loved her.

21. Politics:
sometimes we all push away what we don't want to know.

22. High School:
on my 15th birthday i almost got a cupcake necklace.

23. One Night Stands:
i couldn't be sure.

24. Cell phones:
silences. arguments. lies.

25. Target:
shopping carts. sodas.

26. Death Row:
to this day we are still lacking.

27. Vanilla Ice Cream:
strawberry fields. heat. red dresses.

28. Porta potties:
reconstruction. building up.

29. Family:
christmas trees and hot chocolate.
we smiled so long and laughed so hard.

30. Pajamas:
captain america. flannel. santa played the guitar.

31. Camping:
leaving. renewing.

32. American Idol:
judgement.

33. Alcohol:
lies. change.

34. HATE:
lies.

35. Best Friend:
late nights. parks. running.

36. WHERE??
we ran all over this town. and back again.

37. Single or taken?
the heart and mind are two different things.

38. Heartache:
snow globes and cold concrete.

39. Love:
inhale.

40. Music:
dark stages. electric guitars. impressing.

41. Talent:
true and rich.

42. Work:
i didn't see you anymore.

43. Plastic surgery:
they changed your heart.

44. life?:
bruises. bicycles and weddings.





play me a melody on the piano

lindseyethatsme

:: 2007 26 April :: 8.56am
:: Mood: build up.

rocks my world.


moxie fashion show this sunday and i'm about to freak out.

that's it.



play me a melody on the piano

lindseyethatsme

:: 2007 23 April :: 7.55pm
:: Music: handsome furs

more writings.
in my mind i left him in january.
in my heart i left his bed last week.

in reality i am not the kind of person to leave him.
not now or ever.
some of the staying might be the bed.

most of the leaving is because of passion.

meeting new people
and not forgetting past people.

in my mind i was going to be with a past person.

he left me on a friday.
last friday.

but his was real.




only perfect wounds leave scars.



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