December 2009
emily wells is such an amazing musician.
pretty lush
“tonight i’m going to a party
but it’s already started without me
i aced philosophy and mastered the art of spiritual phrase
i’ve got to give some to get some
the disco ball spins away another year
i wish you a broken heart and a happy new year
only three words come to mind
true til death.”
-gj
they call holidays an option for a reason.
idk why i’ve become such an insomniac.
anyway, i’ve had manchester orchestra’s, “where have you been?” on repeat for about a half hour now.
“i’ve got to take what i’m making and turn it into something. i’ve got to take what i’m making and turn it into something for you.”
such a great song.
winter break to do list:
read a few books
sketchbook
clean my room
go on adventures
take lots and lots of pictures
journal
watch movies
relax
merry (belated) christmas.
had an interesting day. ending it with frosty the snowman. it reminds me of my childhood. <3
“my favorite thing is to go where i’ve never been.”
– diane arbus
sleep on the floor, dream about me.
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fight club.
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