Sending Postcards From A Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here) by Fall Out Boy perfectly describes how much I dislike you.

I am such a sucker
And I’m always the last to know
My insides are copper
And I’d kill to make them gold
Conversation got me here: another night alone in the city
So make my bed the grave and shovel dirt onto my sheets

Every friend we ever had in common
I will sever the tie, sever the tie with you
You can thank your lucky stars
That everything I wish for will never come true

When you go, I will forget everything about you
When you go, I will forget everything about you

I’ve seen sinking ships go down with more grace than you

Turn this up I’ll tune you out
Another night alone in the city, yeah
Fake it like you matter-that’s a lie we can both keep, ohh

Every friend we ever had in common
I will sever the tie, sever the tie with you
You can thank your lucky stars
That everything I wish for will never come true

When you go, I will forget everything about you
When you go, I will forget everything about you

I will forget when you go
I will forget everything about you when you go
I will forget everything about you

Every friend we ever had in common
I will sever the tie, sever the tie with you
You can thank your lucky stars
That everything I wish for will never come true


This song came on in the shower today, and it crossed my mind that this was the song I’ve been searching for. I will forget everything about you, I will cut you out like you never happened. That’s what happens when you hurt me.
                    XoXoXo hope you have a nice life bitch!


For you, bitch.

I’ve always had this secret soft spot for Augustana. Well, not much of a secret, but I just love them. 

There is also, Fall Out Boy. If you value your life, don’t ever dis them in front of me. I have a mad love for FOB. Dunno why.

Compared to some of the musicians I listen to, I will willingly admit that both FOB and Augustana aren’t the greatest bands out there. But for some reason they both mean the world to me. 

And John Mayer, yeah yeah yeah. “He’s such a douche blah blah blah blah.” Honestly I don’t give a damn. His music is love. I own all of his shit except for most of the live stuff. He is a great musician, he knows how to love a guitar and has a voice like sex. Honestly I don’t care one bit about his personality. Doesn’t matter to me. I don’t judge my music based on the person, I judge my music based on music.

Besides, people make mistakes, they blunder up, they turn sour and become things they never should have become. So what? They should at least have their redeeming qualities counted towards them. And if their music is a redeeming quality, let them bloody have it. 

*gasps* I’ve just hit upon my nest vlog topic. :P

Smart Advice From an Idiotic Teenager

               Its time for change, a new experience. Its time I surrounded myself with people who understand me, not people who think they understand me. Its time to throw caution to the wind and stop listening to logical explanations. Its time to be me, with no setbacks, time to “get buisy living, or get busy dying” no matter whats at stake.

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My Paper Wish

“…I wrote this for you…” “…more than a feeling…”

        i decided to write you to improve my penmanship. i don’t know if it’s improved or not, imitating people’s handwriting.

      i miss you like ths sun misses the flower in the dead of winter. across the frozen desert i long to fly to be safe and warm in your arms. to hear your voice across the darkness: calm, comforting, and cool. i dream of awaking to your sweet breath playing across my face as you push my hair out of my eyes. i wish to fall asleep in your arms, listen to your heart beat as it synchronizes with mine, our breath in perfect harmony. sing to me soft and sweet. our lips brush as we talk in the night. a small moment during the day: a brush of fingers in passing, a wink across the room, a blown kiss caught and kept, your hand as it locks with mine, a whisper of love in my ear.

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