I Never Would

Is it mean that I love the acts of kindness from random strangers more than from people I know?

:)

Ello.

My friend Toogi is making a video project that requires random people to write secrets on pieces of paper.

If anyone is up for it please e-mail her at to0ogi@live.com and she'll thank you and give you the rest of the details.

That is all.

Things I Like

• Cupcakes
• Cold pillows
  
• The smell of vanilla in the kitchen
  
• Touching the (cold) window in the morning
  
• Sleeping in
• Lying on grass
  
• Letters (in an actual envelope, no e-mails, texts and all that bull)
  
• A song you used to love years ago plays on the radio
  
• Quiet conversations
• Stars
  
• Spending all night talking with someone
  
• Abandoned places
  
• Lyrics so great you can't help but feel that they were meant for you
  
• Terrible weather
  
• Addmission wristbands
  
• Highways at night
  
• Sidewalk cracks
  
• Smiles
  
• Kind strangers
  
• Lying on your bed right after a shower
  
• Closing a the last page of a book and flipping it to the front with a feeling of content achievement
  
• Nice notes left by people
  
• Christmas lights lit up in summer
  
• Exhaustion that beats your insomnia and makes you sleep
• Rain
  
• Closing your eyes when staring at the sun
  
• Candid photos with people smiling
  
• Breaking in new shoes
  
• Doing something against the rules and not getting caught
• Familiar voices
  
• Friends who call even when they're on vacation
• Hugs
  
• A little kid making you breakfast just because
  

NEED COOKEH

New banner! I made it just now. After I posted I realized this page looks old, so I thought I should make a header. It's so damn simplistic I'm not supposed to feel proud of myself. But I am!

Top of the world, Ma. Top. Of. The. World.

I just love stars.

SoCal, I fucking love you.

No one could really blame me if I wanted to stay here forever.

Hold Your Fucking Breath

When you're feeling anything less than hope, it's time.

When your "right now" is dragging itself to the past, it's also time.

When melancholy stealthily envelopes all the things you do, I think it's time.

And if I knew what I was running from, I'd be gone in a matter of weeks.

Dot, dot, dot.

Live. I wanna live inspired.

My Eyes

We’ve all felt it. That fleeting moment so fiercely alive, yet unexplainably surreal. That defining instant of clarity, powerful enough to suspend time. That crushing awareness…rendering us motionless and quiet.

It is in these moments that we are perpetually inspired.

Meet Me At The Bottom

Pure awesomeness. 

iTunes

Last.fm

Myspace

Pesticide

Give me something to live for and I'll die for it.

Kinda Late for the Best of 08 Lists

Albums of 2008 that I will enjoy for a very long time: (In no particular order)

- "A Fire So Big the Heavens Can See it" by Search the City

- "Movement" by Thieves and Villains

- "The '59 Sound" by The Gaslight Anthem (Come on, who doesn't love it?)

- "Conditions" EP by Conditions

- "Forever Comes Too Soon" by The Years Gone By

- "Find Yourself Here" by The Scenic

- "Life Left to Go" by SafteySuit

- "Sometimes Things Just Disappear" by Polar Bear Club

- "New Lexicon" by Paint it Black

- "The Kids Next Door" by Madison Drive

- "Guidebook For Sinners Turned Saints" by Jamie's Elsewhere

- "Reinventing the Heartbeat" by E for Explosion

- "You Are My Sunshine" by Copeland

- "Whisper War" by The Cab

- "Intimacy" by Bloc Party

Cover Up

One of the things that I hate the most. The tug at the chest, the stinging in your eyes, the moment where the air that you breathe feels like a hundred million daggers and you cannot help but open your mouth and gasp for air. Your breathing isn’t steady anymore, your head can’t think straight.
You’ve got something burning inside you and being in the freezing cold doesn’t help one bit. Your eyes continue stinging, they make you lose focus. Soon enough, your brain slowly shuts down all your surroundings, you feel crippling isolation, and it consumes every inch of you.
Your eyes, stuck at an arbitrary point of no significance gain so much pressure that they can’t but sew themselves shut. And suddenly you realize that you have been holding your breath all that time.
With abandonment of all hope, you slowly let the isolation drag you in. Soon enough, you indulge. You yearn and long for everything that will shatter your soul into a million spectacular pieces of unrequited desires. And at that moment, you feel.
You are the embodiment of human desolation and agony. You are the crucified. You are the filth.

I wrote it on the 19th of January. I need to practice some more.

For Once, Then Something

 Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
Me myself in the summer heaven godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths--and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.

I Am Nothing Like You

Some stop feeling love for all the places they come from.
A person I will not become.
A jaded liar, unforgivable.

Some stop feeling love for every word that they once sung.
May I never lose my youth and If I do, may I be forgettable.

This is The Fallen.