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the note in his pocket read: i will stop it, it will not stop me, i will not grow old

Dec. 10th, 2009

  • 7:35 AM
ok im 24 and im trying to make a cd of all the music i used to like when i was little (4th-8th grade-ish) i figured if i put what i can think of so far someone out there might be able to help me add more to this list

the toadies - possum kingdom
sponge - molly (16 candles down the drain)
hum - stars
collective soul - the world i know
better than ezra - good
freedy johnston - bad reputation
pj harvey - down by the water
primitive radio gods - phonebooth
butthole surfers - pepper
silverchair - tomorrow
deadeye dick - new age girl
everclear - heroin girl
hole - violet
the offspring - self esteem
green jelly - little pig little pig

the note in his pocket read: i will stop it, it will not stop me, i will not grow old
the note in his pocket read: i will stop it, it will not stop me, i will not grow old

Nov. 29th, 2009

  • 9:07 AM
ive been having some crazy mood swings. i dont know why, because i already know things will be ok. theres certain things that just dont happen for no reason. yes, i believe there is a reason, and that everything will end up right.

ive been through much worse times. i scared myself last night. i brought myself back to one of those times. i thought about it for the first time in years. i thought about a time when i was trying so desperately to make things right when nothing was. i didnt realize all along the only thing i had to do was hold on, and things ended up the way they were meant to.

i am not the same. i beat that version of me.

i will always know who i am and what i want and where i belong. even if the things around me dont go the way i want... it doesnt make a fuck

the note in his pocket read: i will stop it, it will not stop me, i will not grow old

banging my head against a brick wall

  • Nov. 26th, 2009 at 1:24 PM
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sometimes i feel like i have nothing. ive worked so hard to get a real life, but it doesnt matter. it all means nothing. its all so empty. its all pointless because

you arent here
the note in his pocket read: i will stop it, it will not stop me, i will not grow old

let your spirit be teeming with fury.

let your strength be unusual and controlled. the average is the borderline that keeps mere men in their place. those who step over the line are heroes by the very act. GO.
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