"this part of my life is called running"

packing my suitcase to leave this state behind for good & painting my eyes so you won't recognize me when i get where im going

we could be heroes

the sun set in the sea of nothing and I thought of infinity and you.

how many peoples pictures are we in the background of?

i always start becoming really close with someone, and then look back through old photoalbums and there they are, in the background of my old pictures, and i wonder, how did i not realize it sooner? i could have had more time with them. now countdown to graduation feels like a record of days til goodbye.

cause we all have wings but some of us don't know why

Maybe it's not that soap operas are overdramatic (okay, so they really, really are) but just that good things can't last forever. And they don't, we have proof of that, society just chooses to turn a blind eye and pretend things can be perfect if we want it hard enough. Something will always ruin it, though.


I want to live out my dreams and see beautiful places and work my butt off doing what I love and being the best I can be and I want to meet people who make me happier than anything else in the world and care about me just as much as I care about them. I don't want to just settle for a mediocre life and whatever job I can get that I will inevitably complain about every day and I don't want to live with someone I'm only pretending to be in love with.


I want everything with you.

crowded like subway cars

you can have your beliefs, but you have to act on them too. this is the world we live in and you have to fight to be a better person. don't say you believe in free love and want to make the world kinder, if you're just going to turn around and act just as cruel and cold hearted as everyone else. your words have declined in value now; "reinvent" is meaningless if you stay exactly the same as those before you.

she left him and left you, and now you're forcing everyone away from you again, forcing her to leave you too.

this is what it means to me

I'm not sure what my favorite Beatles song is, it changes a lot, but Hey Jude is one that I can say is on the list of "Songs That Saved Me". Last February, I was going through some stressful stuff, whatever it was I don't remember specifically right now, but one chilly night I bundled up and went to this block party a couple blocks away where a Beatles tribute band was playing and somewhere amidst the drunken old people that were trampling me, that song itself broke through the shell of negativity of whatever I was frustrated and stressed with, and I found myself singing "nah nah nah nahnahnahnah" and "nothing to get hung about" at the top of my lungs and nothing else mattered. And I went home and realized it was going to be okay, as long as I could have moments like that where I feel so alive.

if you never left at all

the past is the past but it's not going anywhere and it's not going to disappear anytime soon. that being said, you can't keep blaming your mistakes on your past, can't keep using that as an excuse, either. no one's going to believe you eventually.

she gave everything and it was never enough

it is so hard for me to let go because they gave me hope, i believed in them and they made me believe in something better, something worthwhile.

i believe two people can be made for each other but not last forever. if someone messes up, the stars aren't going to come around and right everything to make sure you end up on the right path, the right journey leading to the right destination. once we find someone worth it, it is up to us to make it work and make it strong enough to last.

being responsible for your actions means weighing the consequences and considering how it will effect others, too. when someone holds your hand and makes you a better person and makes you happy, you should care enough not to stab them in the back and screw them over.

for everything you went through, you are sure doing one hell of a job making sure you don't end up like him, or making sure you make a better path.

watermelon teeth

Why does love have to be so mean to those who deserve it most? What did they ever do to deserve the hurt? Or maybe it's entirely our own faults. For screwing around and screwing up good things. Maybe it's his fault.


(I don't know what I am saying. frozen grapes and frostbite fingers like it's already summer)

do you remember a time before it fell apart?

You can start over, but you can't erase everything that happened, every thought you had. (I will carry the months of words and memories in my heart for you) I remember the songs and the quotes and the good times -- and the bad times, too, for that matter.

All is not lost unless you cut all ties and force it away from you.