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writing during a northern downpour, from a mountain in the middle of the cabins somewhere behind the sea. i have friends in holy spaces; were all mad as rabbits and were so starving. shes a handsome woman, and you know she had the world. do you know what im seeing? folkin' around when the day met the night, a pas de cheval such as yours - how unfortunate. is it possible that its already nine in the afternoon? i believe the piano knows something i dont know.
dont ask me to tell you the truth, babe, i write sins not tragedies.
oh yeah, wrong album

everyone in the world who ever had an email address decided to die. and nothing else is new on the internet. and im so frigging bored. and its almost ten o clock which means i wont be sleeping for a long time. *roll eyes*. im serious i think i only post on this thing when im in a bad mood. or bored. which kind of makes sense but also doesnt because then i sound like a whiney idiot.
so what can i tell the world...
november needs to come sooner. not sure who im going to be the day before it does. im sure it wont be the same person ive ever been before or ever will be. i like not only having a day to dress up, but having twenty four full hours to not have to be yourself. i dont think im ever myself anyway, but not having to pretend anything is nice. yeah yeah i know "a whole day to not have to be yourself". sounds very much like pretending, no? not for me. nothing tastes more at home on the tip of my tongue than fiction.
"summer love on a gurney with a squeaky wheel"
i wish that song was making the album. i really really cant wait though. ive never had to be excited for an album before. so i can honestly say this is the most excited about an album ive ever been.

shouldve done my homework tonight. accually no. i shouldve done it in class. i should probably do it tomorrow and youll probably read the same thing, same time, tomorrow night.

love always

vices are the voices of those who cant stand the grandstanding. hold your breath, bite your tongue. another mistake, you say you'll make up for it, i'm just dying to wake up for it