Well now, boys, I'm a rolling stone. That's what I was when I just left home. I took every secret that I'd ever known and headed for the wall like a wrecking ball. Started down a little road of sin, playing bass under a pseudonym. The days were rough, and it's all quite dim, but my mind cuts through it all like a wrecking ball. Oh, just a little dead head. Who is watching, who is watching. I's just a little dead head. Only daughter on a scholarship, I got tired and let my average slip. And I's a farmer in the Poganip. And wee did I recall like a wrecking ball. I met a lovesick daughter on the San Joaquin, she showed me colors I'd never seen. Drank the bottom out of my canteen, then left me in the fall like a wrecking ball. Standing there in the morning mist, and tug a cord at the end of my wrist. Yes, I remember when we first kissed, though it was nothing at all, like a wrecking ball. Hey, boys, a little dead head. Who is watching, who is watching. I's just a little dead head, too much trouble for me to shake. Oh, the weather and the blinded ache was riding high until the eighty-nine quake. Hit the Santa Cruz Garden Mall like a wrecking ball.
I want to help you so bad but I cant because I know if I do it will always be a question of if it was something you needed to do or just something I wanted you to do.
Eckhart saw Hell too. He said: The only thing that burns in Hell is the part of you that won't let go of life, your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away. But they're not punishing you, he said. They're freeing your soul. So, if you're frightened of dying and... and you're holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. But if you've made your peace, then the devils are really angels, freeing you from the earth.
Please forgive me. I know you hate 'this shit'; we've already talked about it, but I needed to. I needed to punish myself for my own mistakes, quell the uncertainties. And it feels so good. God I hate that it feels so good.
Stand by me, please? I promise it was a one off... really. I want you back here; I can't stand all this emotion I feel for you without you here to give it to.
I want to love you, I want to be happy and safe with you and have that future that I keep daydreaming about. She has the most beautiful brown hair, my nose and your eyelashes, I know you'd love her.
I don't necessarily believe there is a cure for this... -- The Dresden Dolls ;; Girl Anachronism
Location: In a glass vial in the pocket of a beautiful mind.
I am currently:
I hate the new msn! I want my old msn back! Rawr!!
Yes, I'm having a melodramatic moment about something teenie that doesn't really mean anything because it has been YEARS since I have felt the need to whine about something so small
rhap·so·dy - an ecstatic expression of feeling or enthusiasm. ♫
"Sacrifice is the most you can love someone." ♥
“Love was at best an excuse for stupidity, at worst a destructive, dangerous emotion that drove men to acts of annihilation which defied logic. It was a twisted, insidious sentiment used to justify everything from spoiling a child to destroying entire civilizations.”
I'm really worried about you. There's something about you that's not right, but you wont tell me what. I know you're struggling with your break up and I won't pretend that it's easy for me when you talk about her, her family and what you had; I know you know that cause you hold onto me tighter when you or other people do, but at the same time I'm still here; I'll still listen. In my head I'll doubt that you'll want to be with me, that you want to go back to her; but I'll still listen to you, and I'll stand by you if that's what you need.
Whilst you were moaning about how your grandma brought you the wrong cardigan, and how you've 'lost' all your money on facebook poker, and how annoyed you are that your mum didn't buy you that 300 pound necklace...I was standing on the edge last night, waiting to jump. I tried to tell you but you didn't care, because you're a selfish bitch, and maybe one day I'll find the strength to tell you, because everyone is beginning to realise...
left my huge english project at school, didn't even get an honorable mention for iupui's poetry contest, and i haven't eaten today and probably won't. great fucking day.
And I havent been since I looked in the mirror and realised what kind of person I am, inside and out.
We’ve got obsessions
I want to erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week
We’ve got obsessions
You never tell me what it is that makes you strong and what it is that makes you weak.
