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[05 Nov 2009|11:50am] [ mood | busy ] I'll try not to take it to heart. post comment

[04 Nov 2009|12:00pm] i need to stop rub rub rubbing my eyesss post comment

i wrote this on the bus today. [19 Oct 2009|03:11pm] And in every inch of you I see little bits of me. Carefully placed with a certain forthrightness, well planned and with much deliberation on my part. And all at once I could feel your little bits in every inch of me. Carefully scrutinized and sequenced; and they fit just right. To me it always seems like you're never on time. never exactly early or late, and just slightly askew. And these are my favorite parts of you. Lately I honestly believe some things on this planet aren't meant to be explained, understood or analyzed. 'cause if they were, this place might get pretty fucking boring. And I'm tired of being distracted, preoccupied or just fucking tired. And to me it always seems like you're never on time, never exactly early or late. And you always fit just right. post comment

[02 Oct 2009|03:48pm] I love that you love what you do so much. And that we don't mind waking up at six or seven A.M. And that we're both so tired but we don't care because we're happy, and I mean really happy. The kind of infallible happiness that one could only find in keeping busy and exhausting each days potential. I like watching movies with you every night even though we're both perfectly aware well be asleep before the fifth or sixth scene. I like picking you up from work. I like making you dinner. I like you making me dinner. I like us making dinner together. I like coffee dates and walks through harvard in the fall and well, I just like you, Love you. 2 comments | post comment

[28 Sep 2009|03:34pm] I think it a safe assumption to make when I say we miss those better days, before we were faced with the harsh realities of everyday life. post comment

[23 Aug 2009|06:03pm] [ music | mount eerie ] uncompromising post comment

[04 Aug 2009|10:18pm] the man who sells me my drugs is a ghost. post comment

[10 Jul 2009|12:15am] i had always assumed that maybe, somewhere not far off, things would be better. 3 comments | post comment

everything i love is making cute noises. [25 Jun 2009|11:45pm] So currently, I am living in the scenic White Mountains of New Hampshire, with Jaqui and our cat. We're thinking of naming her montana. (Not to be affiliated with Hannah). I'm eating honey nut tasteos, sitting in the bathroom because that's really the only place we get the internet.) This september there's an apartment waiting for me (along with five roommates) in the lower parts of Allston so that should be fun. The lease is roughly a year long so I'm chained to the dirty dirty streets of Boston until August of 2010, and then after that who knows what might happen! All is well. post comment

[11 Jun 2009|10:47pm] you bring up this idea of "never settling" as if it's a bad thing. And i've spent my entire life trying to achieve higher standards of living, but whenever I managed to get my hopes up they'd come crashing down shortly thereafter. So i took a while to appreciate the lesser things in life. Then along came you, this beautiful little flower of a girl who could turn my stomach in knots with a single look. you took my breath away, honestly, and before I had time to catch it again It's nine months later and you've still got that same ole "it's okay, we're okay, everything's okay" smile that I fell so fucking hard for in the first place. The woods are screaming soliloquies and all we need do now is to stand for a moment and appreciate their fleeting beauty. 1 comments | post comment

[10 Jun 2009|11:05am] it's the early afternoon and here I am again listening to that first mix you made me. I can still remember the feeling of that place. Boston in the fall, what a memorable experience. It's something I don't plan on ever letting go of. post comment

[24 Apr 2009|11:18am] there's this terrible falling apart all around me these foundations serve no purpose anymore. post comment

[20 Apr 2009|11:05pm] sometimes we just need to show that we have a little fight. that tiny gleam in your eye that screams i'm not giving up it's as though this is all we have left, the only thing to raise our voices for and we'll proudly fuck up over and over again, running blindly in whatever direction we feel is right. post comment

[10 Apr 2009|06:19pm] sometimes we are just too blind to see or too proud to listen. post comment

[06 Apr 2009|04:38pm] I need to get myself out of this fucking rut. I need to reconnect with old friends. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself and start looking on the bright side of things. If it were that easy, It'd be done already. believe me. post comment

[24 Mar 2009|11:08pm] i want to become the best i can be, whatever that is. foryou post comment

[17 Mar 2009|01:26pm] there's so much at stake here. post comment

[16 Mar 2009|01:21am] and i can't ignore the fact that everyone around me is capable of doing what they have to, yet i still have trouble getting out of bed in the morning. post comment

[13 Mar 2009|05:15pm] They come in one's, two's and three's and I just can't let my head get the best of me. Set adrift amongst a slew of intellectuals and so-called independent thinkers. I'm almost positive I'll drown before we reach the shore. post comment

[09 Mar 2009|02:27pm] just waitin' for the phone to ring. i miss you more than is necessary or logical. post comment

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