Sunday, February 13, 2011

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Tuesday, November 16, 2010

New Blog

Just a heads up, I am not here anymore.

My new blog <3

Sunday, October 10, 2010

We belong to nobody and nobody belongs to us

“I’m like cat here, a no-name slob. We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us. We don’t even belong to each other.”

Breakfast at Tiffany's

Life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness

“I don’t want to own anything until I know I’ve found the place where me and things belong together.  I’m not quite sure where that is just yet.  But I know what it’s like…. It’s like Tiffany’s….”

Not allowed to upload anymore photos, what the fuck!

Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?

Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?

Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat and maybe it’s been raining too long, you’re just sad that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

Paul Varjak: Sure.

Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany’s. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that’d make me feel like Tiffany’s, then - then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name!

Imagine me blonde or with a fringe




Did you just call me a fuckass?

Mad World



All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me, what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world, enlarging your world
Mad world

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Disaster


So apparently I can't upload photos off my camera anymore
Wht the hell? It says I need to purchase more space or something!!
This is terrible!
Until I can fix this problem find my blog at..

Love the hair Bilson

polar wear


Bangor Tav


Clare Abshire



Clare at Eight: Are you married?
Henry DeTamble: Yes, I am.
Clare at Eight: Is your wife a time traveler?
Henry DeTamble: No. No, thank God.
Clare at Eight: Do you love her?
Henry DeTamble: Yes. Very much. What’s wrong?
Clare at Eight: Nothing. I was just hoping you’re married to me.

Bye Holidays






 But don't worry, soon enough I will transform into a Princess.


We no speak Americano Translation


 


You wear your pants with a label at the back
and a hat with a front
you walk by Toledo
like a beauty to be looked at!

You want to look like an American
American, American,
but listen to me, who’s asking you to?
you want to be fashionable,
but if you drink whisky and soda,
then you feel queesy!

You want to dance rock and roll,
you play baseball
but the money for the camels,
who give it to you?
Mummy’s handbag!

You want to pretent to be american
american, american,
but you are born in Italy,
Listen to me,
there is nothing to do
Okay? napolitan!

You want to pretent to be american
You want to pretent to be american

How can those who love you understand you,
if you speak half in american?
when one talks of love under the moon,
how can you say “i love you”?

You want to pretent to be american
But you are born in Italy!
listen to me - there is nothing to do,
ok, napolitan?
Whisky and soda and rock and roll…

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Don't mind me

I didn't think I'd catch fire


And in the dark it comes for me
Malevolent and without thought
Uprooting trees, destroying cars
Cold and relentless, with arms outstretched

No boalt nor brick
Nor crucifix can hold it back
I've been wicked
I've been arrogant


And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
And I cannot say that I was not warned or was misled
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss


Awaken from dreams of drunken car crashes
You saddened my friends and claimed all my lovers

I tried to stay still, so it will not see
It's talons rake the side of my face
When did you become such a slut?



And I didn't think I'd catch fire when I held my hand to the flame

And I didn't think it would catch up as fast as I could have run
Fate came a knocking when I was looking the other way
A new disease came in the post for me today


And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
And when it comes
And when it comes
And when it comes
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss