Mood: oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh baby i love your way
Music: from great heights - postal service (iron and wine)
Vice:zach braff's blog
i am thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly alignedi would like to speculate that god himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clayand true, it may seem like a stretch, but its thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you're away and i am missing you to deathwhen you are out there on the road for several weeks of shows and whenyou scan the radio, i hope this song will guide you home
they will see us waving from such great heights, "come down now,"they'll say but everything looks perfect from far away,"come down now," but we'll stay...
i tried my best to leave this all on your machine but the persistent beatit sounded thin upon listeningand that frankly will not fly, you will hear the shrillest highs and lowest lows with the windows down when this is guiding you home.
cannot get enough cruel cruel world.
bunny - i hope your time there isnt to miserable. i thought about you last night, when i awoke from the nightmare of the century. it involved my parents, and that secret i told you in the car before i left for USC. i was pissed at my dad when i went to sleep.
i dont think i'll be sleeping for awhile.