tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50873615641614580092024-03-04T23:35:46.482-08:00flume.lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087361564161458009.post-40442019562776075682011-08-08T02:52:00.001-07:002011-08-08T02:52:26.026-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: courier; font-size: 22px; line-height: 22px; word-spacing: -4px;">“ The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.</span>lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087361564161458009.post-91136645870949029382011-05-24T04:37:00.000-07:002011-05-24T04:37:37.887-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px;">Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won’t know for twenty years. And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it’s what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn’t really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I’ve felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I’ve been pretending I’m OK, just to get along, just for, I don’t know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. -</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px;"><b><small style="font-size: 11px;">Synecdoche, New York (2008)</small></b></span><br />
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I need to learn to control my mind and to relax, not everything is what you think it is, you can only hope for the best but should always be prepared for the worst.<br />
I need to focus on myself, on what I want.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lucidity-Tame Impala</div><object height="25" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/NONaxCjTsnc?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/NONaxCjTsnc?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="25"></embed></object>lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087361564161458009.post-66416239743169464072010-10-13T05:53:00.000-07:002010-10-13T05:53:57.947-07:00Music speaks what cannot be expressed.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, sans-serif;">Hello my few fellow followers. I am very tired and cannot sleep and I have exams tomorrow and I have a very sore throat, so why not pass time by posting up some really good music for you all to download or even just listen too. These songs I'm putting on are some old favorites, some new favorites and even just some plain good feel song. I would probably put more on but I really can't be bothered. I'll put some more up next time if you all enjoy them.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, sans-serif;">Feist, Feist, Feist. What more can I say? Her songs are very relaxing and very chilled to listen to. This song is called One Evening. I also recommend you download Let it die and Inside and Out.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, sans-serif;">Now this song my friend Sally showed me and it's amazing, such a great song. It's called Inch of Dust by Future Islands, I recommend to download it and while your listening to it on your computer put it up very loud so you experience the whole feeling of the song.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, sans-serif;">These are two of my favorite songs from one of my bands The Smiths. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, sans-serif;">This song is with or without you, this song is a cover of the original written and performed by U2. This cover is by Hamish Cowan.</span><br />
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I feel Sally's hand squeeze my leg tight as soon as she sees him. Ocean caught Sally's eye and walks over to her and said " I guess I didn't need your number after all to bump into you again " and sat down next to her. Ocean and Sally started to talk about school, music, global warming and how school doesn't shape you into a individual. While they were chatting away one of Oceans very good-looking friends came and sat down beside me (Alexa) and introduced him self "Hey I'm Phoenix" and shook my hand. I was completly tranced by him, he was beautiful, a sculpture of God. I replied saying, "Alexa" and smiled. Phoenix was perfect in the most innocent sense of the phrase he had slightly tanned skin but it was still pale. He has blue eyes, and soft baby like skin. He was tall and lean. He was wearing a blue buttoned up shirt with a maroon jumper, dark blue skinny jeans rolled up and old black vans.<br />
Phoenix pulled out a bottle of whisky asked "do you want to do shots with me?"I said "I bet you I could beat you in shots." Phoenix replied saying "you're on." We went inside and sat at a small round table with couches around it we sat next to each other. Phoenix got two shot glasses from the kitchen and put them down on the table and poured whisky into both of the glasses and said "on the count of three, one, two, three." We both shot the whisky into our mouths, I could feel the burning sensation going down my throat as I swallowed the whisky. Then Phoenix looks at me and pours another shot.<br />
He did the same thing again and again 5 times. Then it comes to the sixth shot (and keep in mind and that I was very drunk when we arrived at the party) Phoenix looks at me and slurs the words "I don't think I can do this, I don't think I can do this one." I picked up the shot glass and cheersed the air saying "bottoms up" and swallowed the sixth shot. Phoenix was looking at me shocked and said "I'm very impressed" I reply very drunkly saying "You're impressed? I don't think I have ever felt so wasted in my whole life." Phoenix smiles and I staredt to melt. We began to talk about silly things like travelling back in time and different dimensions untill some girl yelled "PHOENIX!" and jumps on him, I started to feel uncomfortable so I got up and walked outside.<br />
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</div>lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087361564161458009.post-45426701296097996842010-10-12T04:05:00.000-07:002010-10-12T04:09:58.504-07:00PhantasmagoricalIt was a summer afternoon, the air was warm and the sky was still blue. Gina and I were at Sally's house, we were just sitting outside in her backyard having our usual, unusual conversation's about how in the Amazon there used to be tribes that were cannibals and what a human would taste like and if each human would have a different taste depending on what they ate.<br />
Then Gina gets a call from her friend Emilie inviting us to a party in Newtown. Then we all start getting excited and talking about what we should wear and what we should have to drink etc. After we were ready we started making our way to new town from Sally's house. We got to Newtown half an hour before the party so we decided to go to camperdown park and start drinking. As soon as we sat down we all started to get wasted, and by wasted I mean we couldn't even put proper sentences together we were so trashed. Then Gina gets a call from Emilie asking where we were, Sally looks at the time and realises that its 8:45 and that we were meant to be there at 7:30. So we all got up and started running to the main road, figuring out where to go.<br />
As we were running Sally ran into this really hot guy and dropped all her cigarettes, as she ran into him he quickly grabbed her so she wouldn't fall over, Sally looked up at him completely flabbergasted, she tried to talk but nothing came out of her mouth because she was so caught up in this guys face. He was slightly tanned with greenish blue eyes, he had a little bit of stubble on his face and his nose was pierced, he was wearing fitted corduroy pants which were dark navy blue which were rolled up, he was wearing dirty old black vans and a vintage band shirt which said "The Doors" with Jim Morrison on the front. He just looked at her and said "Im so sorry, are you alright?" Sally was still looking at him with disbelief, then she finally found herself and answered back "I, I'm so sorry I didn't see you."<br />
She bends down and starts to pick up her cigarettes, he also bends down and starts to help her. After they have gathered all her cigarettes he takes one, smiles and says " I'm aloud this because I saved you from having a serious concussion." Sally looked at him and laughed and hands him a lighter, after lighting his cigarette he introduces himself "Im Ocean." "Interesting name, Im Sally" she says. "Well beautiful Sally I better get your number so we can bump into each other on purpose." He hands his phone over and she dials in her number, Sally turns around to Alexa and Gina yelling at her telling her to hurry up, she hands Ocean back his phone and says with a grin on her face " You won't call me."and starts running towards Gina and Alexa, as she is running Ocean yells out " You bet I will!"<br />
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..... To be continued<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4-cHh07MIlIxD7Kv7pCc8-EjgLIePZx5IglqFO8gJY6xeMiIt4ETi2R7yVPtRUO8KSrUvr1Z9EC5MRZ4nVJX94rCpJKDdJQ0kAo75AojmdU1CnoXGiqkiV3gSM3gSVH7OHuuoM5mSe8/s1600/newtown_sydney-16231ap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4-cHh07MIlIxD7Kv7pCc8-EjgLIePZx5IglqFO8gJY6xeMiIt4ETi2R7yVPtRUO8KSrUvr1Z9EC5MRZ4nVJX94rCpJKDdJQ0kAo75AojmdU1CnoXGiqkiV3gSM3gSVH7OHuuoM5mSe8/s320/newtown_sydney-16231ap.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087361564161458009.post-32047663788308931962010-10-11T22:40:00.000-07:002010-10-11T22:40:15.691-07:00Those minutes where I am alone, just me and<br />
my pillow. I think. A lot. I think about anything and<br />
everything. It varies from " What am I doing with my life?"<br />
to " Did I have homework?" The room is so silent,<br />
but my mind is so loud. It drives me crazy because<br />
the things I would never think about, I think about. <br />
Sometimes, I hate it because it brings up things I rather<br />
never think about again. The spilt second before sleep<br />
is the most active second of my life.lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087361564161458009.post-18194917406113648482010-10-11T02:42:00.000-07:002010-10-11T02:42:51.661-07:00beautiful sally.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCTlQZqT46HUh_Hy_D-P7kvi3yW0FlhSd09c8pLTJNwGtrVZE5Ku-JR-12YMl195GdaAfYDbsLQt3YVQr5A0BdXrGMdGTPGdM2SEx6-mUf0W7KbSBnwPqfhqL3tWkkJwDKsoYJnqkUEFo/s1600/DSC_1030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCTlQZqT46HUh_Hy_D-P7kvi3yW0FlhSd09c8pLTJNwGtrVZE5Ku-JR-12YMl195GdaAfYDbsLQt3YVQr5A0BdXrGMdGTPGdM2SEx6-mUf0W7KbSBnwPqfhqL3tWkkJwDKsoYJnqkUEFo/s320/DSC_1030.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087361564161458009.post-71975372035636211592010-10-10T22:58:00.000-07:002010-10-10T23:05:57.268-07:00I have found what you are like<div>the rain,</div><div>(who feathers frightened fields</div><div>with the superior dust-of-sleep.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wields easily the pale club of the wind</div><div>and swirled justly souls of flower strike</div><div><br /></div><div>The air in utterable coolness</div><div>deeds of green thrilling light</div><div>with thinned</div><div>new fragile yellows</div><div><br /></div><div>lurch.and.press which</div><div>in the woods shutter and sing</div><div><br /></div><div>and the coolness of your smile is stirring </div><div>of birds between my arms; but I should</div><div>rather than anything have ( almost when </div><div>hugeness will shut quietly)</div><div>almost,</div><div>your kiss.</div>lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087361564161458009.post-50688678054055434692010-09-30T20:36:00.000-07:002010-09-30T20:37:40.593-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUqIxTaQ2VPb1v01j6KF-jDipl3jtFeLyf0hQB-PQAHdiDeW4jrfRnMLGic1ZsZmBOWYItF_skX9mat9S2A9sih7LXRqFQBb8Qnn9hK8hTXchkjvzjMHtBsqxQpmx-YJhF1Jw1LdC0Jg/s1600/58925_433805296586_720976586_5706309_685478_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUqIxTaQ2VPb1v01j6KF-jDipl3jtFeLyf0hQB-PQAHdiDeW4jrfRnMLGic1ZsZmBOWYItF_skX9mat9S2A9sih7LXRqFQBb8Qnn9hK8hTXchkjvzjMHtBsqxQpmx-YJhF1Jw1LdC0Jg/s400/58925_433805296586_720976586_5706309_685478_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522916719204406898" /></a>lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087361564161458009.post-47914543760139573532010-09-30T20:32:00.000-07:002010-09-30T20:33:24.621-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2_J020CmBrfiQYb1bWN7_yJDlcYLDCwtuWZ4Nu6wTjk9xNQCkP1NroR54q2IC4ZbpOjqa7EmXkYH8XnJM1i6kLli3TvBUf_hBQRA4tXjA0cAwHb83b4ryhiY1FKwHhXn45zSf14vVgY/s1600/tumblr_l8g5t2tl4I1qaaunno1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2_J020CmBrfiQYb1bWN7_yJDlcYLDCwtuWZ4Nu6wTjk9xNQCkP1NroR54q2IC4ZbpOjqa7EmXkYH8XnJM1i6kLli3TvBUf_hBQRA4tXjA0cAwHb83b4ryhiY1FKwHhXn45zSf14vVgY/s400/tumblr_l8g5t2tl4I1qaaunno1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522915621190701890" /></a>lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087361564161458009.post-11463008530771887072010-08-09T18:08:00.000-07:002010-08-09T18:10:19.603-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxghAR5nqW-CdQNtSg2XT6IoXsowuqb44fCMjmrt_ISwriii_dYYz661RghdT2Xz9skGw8JL5drEhz9uaPcPbgFl3ABxrp0EqPo1XKIbCCf5CXcgE9cd_hInJU4wQovVsgoUdoO1AhbYg/s1600/tumblr_l65040I1Xs1qzcwzbo1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxghAR5nqW-CdQNtSg2XT6IoXsowuqb44fCMjmrt_ISwriii_dYYz661RghdT2Xz9skGw8JL5drEhz9uaPcPbgFl3ABxrp0EqPo1XKIbCCf5CXcgE9cd_hInJU4wQovVsgoUdoO1AhbYg/s400/tumblr_l65040I1Xs1qzcwzbo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503582016662790274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">life's to short to just watch each moment fly right past you, fuck the consequences just do what you want because in the end those are the memories who make you, who you are.</div>lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087361564161458009.post-8928029265863600832010-08-09T18:06:00.000-07:002010-08-09T18:07:49.375-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq2rueUZqNN3CjKryrOd1Z8lafqpz-Ea-CzTaXbC1_qwCWQApDGcu_vd2M4t6h96kiw3IR_f80zpal4cRJ3zVHV88nbX-MlyAnquALz1ERK-U_2eo2EFESd-QPd4XIcB3HOD1H0z8FYNk/s1600/tumblr_l658f2rulm1qzcwzbo1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq2rueUZqNN3CjKryrOd1Z8lafqpz-Ea-CzTaXbC1_qwCWQApDGcu_vd2M4t6h96kiw3IR_f80zpal4cRJ3zVHV88nbX-MlyAnquALz1ERK-U_2eo2EFESd-QPd4XIcB3HOD1H0z8FYNk/s400/tumblr_l658f2rulm1qzcwzbo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503581643267479042" /></a>lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087361564161458009.post-76905908900618503092010-07-30T06:12:00.000-07:002010-07-30T06:14:42.819-07:00let me escape from myself, i want to let go, be freei am covered in skin, no one gets to come in,<div>pull me out from inside,</div><div>i am folded and unfolded and unfolding ,</div><div>i am taffy stuck and tongue-tied </div>lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087361564161458009.post-55045907269449757952010-07-27T05:43:00.000-07:002010-07-27T05:44:08.334-07:00she smelt of daisies, she drove me crazy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_qZAvQD7GTakl5PNUMqojZbXOMJfYQ-P4xw2Tatqc2PlyLEmEQHBL3iauHixD9eoq_kwnisoj_z6KMLEcBVrsqGJZXqj4YvBpY371jTMt2XwN7hI6NpoqQ_y_zwapIxO4zHT4MAMV6_k/s1600/tumblr_l5af3xuXu01qcvco7o1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_qZAvQD7GTakl5PNUMqojZbXOMJfYQ-P4xw2Tatqc2PlyLEmEQHBL3iauHixD9eoq_kwnisoj_z6KMLEcBVrsqGJZXqj4YvBpY371jTMt2XwN7hI6NpoqQ_y_zwapIxO4zHT4MAMV6_k/s400/tumblr_l5af3xuXu01qcvco7o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498565774821092642" /></a>lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087361564161458009.post-30258628944247819072010-07-14T04:07:00.000-07:002010-07-14T04:09:17.430-07:00and the doves leave their feathers for the othersi guess it is true when they say things happen when you least expect them,<div>im just happy that this time i being appreciated by someone thats worth being appreciated by.</div><div><br /></div>lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087361564161458009.post-61797311020784468852010-06-26T03:25:00.000-07:002010-06-26T03:28:09.456-07:00leather and lace.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Lovers forever, face to face<br />My city or mountains<br />Stay with me stay<br />I need you to love me<br />I need you today<br />Give to me your leather<br />Take from me, my lace</span></span>lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087361564161458009.post-36191609751269079932010-06-23T01:10:00.000-07:002010-06-23T01:15:52.299-07:00Why are you so utterly perfect & Why can't you be mine?so uh this could go two ways:<div>either </div><div>a) you look at me and in an instant you understand that we are meant to be together and nothing else matters because you have realized that in that one second in time that i am perfect for you</div><div>or </div><div>b) you think i'm an complete and utter freak and you want nothing to do with me because i'm too in love with the thought of us being together</div><div><br /></div><div>the werid thing is, is that we are perfect for eachother and i know this as a fact... if only you knew.</div><div><br /></div>lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087361564161458009.post-33009856677793826742010-06-22T04:19:00.000-07:002010-06-22T04:21:54.092-07:00i hate1. not getting a text back<div>2. "im fine."</div><div>3. cancelled plans ( or none at all)</div><div>4. burning your taste buds</div><div>5. the wind</div><div>6. " i'm sorry, what's your name again?"</div><div>7. turning the radio station to the end of a good song</div><div>8. pretending it doesn't hurt to be alone</div>lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087361564161458009.post-88144492239702585702010-06-22T04:15:00.000-07:002010-06-22T04:17:31.020-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUfGHe0UVlrxmuVnIBLmTcF7GCYb3JxiVVz-nZ2bzMaJIscaie7hv052IWna_VpV3XGYfj3CZmHrLwWeVoGkZN-fzqO6wbg_-sP_n82z7rePIhBT-9TNE0oiyEm0skhCtFzPb6UWF9GS0/s1600/woodstock_csg022.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUfGHe0UVlrxmuVnIBLmTcF7GCYb3JxiVVz-nZ2bzMaJIscaie7hv052IWna_VpV3XGYfj3CZmHrLwWeVoGkZN-fzqO6wbg_-sP_n82z7rePIhBT-9TNE0oiyEm0skhCtFzPb6UWF9GS0/s400/woodstock_csg022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485555555108453522" /></a>lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087361564161458009.post-57805197392539789732010-06-21T00:28:00.000-07:002010-06-21T00:29:53.462-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjBsDKRvKHfnRUIrMfHTOjj_taiM2vfgarI0jYnru10pALjavqm12aZzXO-j8AM3GMMu0bEZiyXahme90TsNzA2igxMDezOyK8GFCEvpVkNABkgMX39i_99JQnWQ1BQMmrkxa0e9KNT3w/s1600/tumblr_kzaz6cMJQn1qzcwzbo1_500.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjBsDKRvKHfnRUIrMfHTOjj_taiM2vfgarI0jYnru10pALjavqm12aZzXO-j8AM3GMMu0bEZiyXahme90TsNzA2igxMDezOyK8GFCEvpVkNABkgMX39i_99JQnWQ1BQMmrkxa0e9KNT3w/s320/tumblr_kzaz6cMJQn1qzcwzbo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485125799717349010" /></a>lonely love is on the run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036607916459887393noreply@blogger.com0