secret: i sit in my room by myself, i look at pictures on the internet, and i giggle.

i want excitement in my Chips.

treasure: blind pilot, new favourite

Blind Pilot- Three rounds and a Sound



They're playing our song
They're playing our song
Can you see the lights?
Can you hear the hum?

Of our song
I hope they get it right
I hope we dance tonight
Before we, get it wrong

And the seasons
Will change us new
Be the best I've knownand you know me
I could not be stuck on you
If it were true

I was sleeping
My eyes were dark
Til you woke me
And told me that opening is just the start
it was

Now I see you, til kingdom come
You're the one I want
To see me for all the stupid shit I've done

Soil and six feet under
Killed just like we were
Before you knew you'd know me
And you know me
Blooming up from the ground
3 Rounds and a sound
Like whispering you know me
And you know me

So this was our song
This was our song
I still see the lights
I can see them

And the criss cross
Of what is true, won't get to us
Cause you know me
I could not give up on you

And the fog of what is right
Won't cover us cause you know me
I could not give up a fight

secret: no it is not 'all cool', why the fuck would it be 'all cool', you dickhead?

sometimes exes are stupid.

happy birthday gaby

dear gaby,

i hope you have a happy birthday. everyone who has a blog that i read gets a cake on their birthday. a blog cake. you get this cake, the one down the bottom. don't eat it all at once.

blogalicious...

i think you're nice, and i liked that time at dad's party where you were there, and i was there, and indea and laura were there, and then all of a sudden i fell, and also made plans with various relatives which i went to sleep and forgot all about until they were ringing asking why i wasn't at their house for dinner.

i sort of hope that one day there is another party just like that.

well anyway my point is, you're getting old.

love helen