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mudarse. moving moving moving out of this dusty house.

Thu, 05 Oct 2006 23:15:26 GMT

firstbody
firstbody
firstbody

yeah yeah that's me. follow me if you wish!

every sad song in the world

Fri, 29 Sep 2006 01:25:20 GMT

"And it doesn't stop there. As a result of Marie LaSalle's cover version of "Baby I Love Your Way", I find myself in two apparently contradictory states: a) I suddenly find myself missing Laura with a passion that has been entirely absent for the last four days, and b) I fall in love with Marie LaSalle. These things happen.

sentimental music has this great power of taking you back somwhere at the same time that it takes you forward, so you feel nostalgic and hopeful at the same time.

...and when I hear those sweet, sticky acoustic guitar chords I reinvent our time together, and, before I know it, we're in the car trying to sing harmonies on 'Sloop John B' and getting is wrong and laughing. We never did that in real life. We never sang in the car, and we certainly never laughed when we got something wrong. This is why I shouldn't be listening to pop music at the moment."

Sun, 24 Sep 2006 02:00:39 GMT

i enjoy indian food, colorful patterns on sundresses, driving at night alone with the windows down and volume up, billy collins, spooning, extremely loud & incredibly close, swivel chairs, we go way back, sleeping and remembering dreams, mirah, and the likes of them.

what's a girl to do.
(i never
say anything
anymore.)

i could stay here:

Fri, 01 Sep 2006 02:17:59 GMT

slender fingers would hold me, slender limbs.

Wed, 16 Aug 2006 15:39:59 GMT

I'd like to do a top five records that make you feel nothing at all.

while you were sleeping the money died.

Mon, 14 Aug 2006 00:36:23 GMT

and i want to make some new friends.

the dream of living forever with brod:

Wed, 02 Aug 2006 19:20:45 GMT

I have this dream every night. Even
when I can't remember it the next morning,
I know it was there, like the depression
a lover's head leaves on the pillow next to you
after she's left.
I dream not of growing old with her,
but of never growing old, either of us.
she never leaves me, and I never leave her.

i remember this song:

Tue, 01 Aug 2006 04:16:13 GMT

that i would be good, even if I did nothing.
that i would be good, even if i got the thumbs down.
that i would be good, if i got and stayed sick.
that i would be good, even if i gained ten pounds.
that i would fine, even if i went bankrupt.
that i would be good, if i lost my hair and my youth.
that i would be great, if i was no longer queen.
that i would be grand, if i was not all knowing.
that i would be loved, even when i numb myself.
that i would be good, even when i am overwhelmed.
that would be loved, even when i was fuming.
that i would be good, even if i was clingy.
that i would be good, even if i lost sanity.
that i would be good, whether with or without you.

the way that I feel when you laugh is like laughing.

Fri, 14 Jul 2006 22:04:40 GMT

what if you stayed this time?

extremelyloud&incrediblyclose:

Sat, 08 Jul 2006 18:34:35 GMT

Later that year,
when snow started to hide the front steps,
when morning became evening as I sat on the sofa,
buried under everything I'd lost,
I made a fire and used my laughter for kindling:
"Ha ha ha!" "Ha ha ha!" "Ha ha ha!"

I was already out of words by the time I met your mother,
that may have been what made our marriage possible,
she never had to know me.

homehomehomehomehomehomehome.

Sat, 08 Jul 2006 03:02:15 GMT

But it seems like just a little thing,
like you don't want to listen,
and I can't shut up.

Sometimes I wonder why we have so much trouble
cheering each other up sometimes,
when one or the other of us is down.
Instead it's like, when you're in a bad mood
I look at you and I say, maybe she's knows something
I don't know, maybe I should be upset.

bliss:

Sun, 28 May 2006 21:18:32 GMT

"I wander the city - with no fear of getting lost,
no fear of communication, little ambitions to be productive,
little concern for girls, an infatuation with all the people filing past,
and a gigantic love for my ex-lover with no delusions about being back together."

oh jeeze, movie too?

Wed, 10 May 2006 02:12:17 GMT

the truth:

Fri, 05 May 2006 02:25:27 GMT

What it love, where did it get me?
Whoever thought of love is no friend of mine.

& I quit my mother too.

Wed, 03 May 2006 01:17:27 GMT

Oh Saro pretty Saro please tell me your mind
Do you think me unworthy, do you think me unkind?
When our life here is over, you surely will see
I have treated you as kindly as you've treated me.

( I miss the mountains.)

I have decided to be an anonymous do-gooder.

Sun, 23 Apr 2006 22:37:58 GMT

&

I choose YOU!
"this sure is an adventure"

that's not my lover, that's not even my friend.

Sat, 22 Apr 2006 01:55:21 GMT

1. casimir pulaski day - sufjan stevens
2. telephone - petracovich
3. playground love - air
4. it wasn't me - jenny lewis with the watson twins
5. the flurry (pt 1) - tracker

ps- i hate cooking. i am listless.
but i do like leaving school after seventh period.

i must say i like where i live.

Wed, 19 Apr 2006 23:17:07 GMT

running + emma castleberry + francesa lia block + neighbors = fun.

Sat, 08 Apr 2006 02:39:22 GMT

Ben Gibbard looks thinner in person.

yeah! new york

Mon, 03 Apr 2006 22:38:02 GMT

home again.

Mon, 27 Mar 2006 02:18:44 GMT

how I love going to the beach over spring break & getting trashed.
sincerely, sarcasm.

I do like the big city oh so much. so much walkingwalkingwalking.

"wait, we swear"

Sat, 11 Mar 2006 04:48:57 GMT

Golden rod and the 4-H stone
The things I brought you
When I found out you had cancer of the bone

Your father cried on the telephone
And he drove his car to the Navy yard
Just to prove that he was sorry

In the morning through the window shade
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
I could see what you were reading

Oh the glory that the lord has made
And the complications you could do without
When I kissed you on the mouth

Tuesday night at the bible study
We lift our hands and pray over your body
But nothing ever happens

I remember at Michael's house
In the living room when you kissed my neck
And I almost touched your blouse

In the morning at the top of the stairs
When your father found out what we did that night
And you told me you were scared

Oh the glory when you ran outside
With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
And you told me not to follow you

Sunday night when I cleaned the house
I find the card where you wrote it out
With the pictures of your mother

On the floor at the great divide
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
I am crying in the bathroom

In the morning when you finally go
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
And the cardinal hits the window

In the morning in the winter shade
On the first of March on the holiday
I thought I saw you breathing

Oh the glory that the lord has made
And the complications when I see his face
In the morning in the window

Oh the glory when he took our place
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
And he takes and he takes and he takes

happy birthday, miss alexander.