you didn't have to stoop so low.

woop woop

i have to stop being lame and start being rad

okay so yes, everyone is shitty
but that doesn't mean i have to be shitty too.

you're just like your father, buried deep under the water.

oh my god what

and she spoke words that would melt in your hands
and she spoke words of wisdom

I WILL OWN YOU

miss u no-cash

just got off work eternally smelling of mcdicks caffee but poutine tomorrow happy panda

we aren't revolutionaries, but we are the revolution.
and sometimes i think that the whole movement is just me and you
and maybe we'd all be better off if that was true

cause then we'd at least know where we stand
and we could tell our comrades apart from the man
cause if the world isn't that simple
maybe this town is at least

and if i'm not marching with them for war i'm sure not marching with you for peace

class traitor? what fucking ever!
i'm just another middle class kid, too.
but if i'm not good at changing, i'm good at self loathing
so i'll class hate myself with you.

may our only occupation be not having a job
and may the only cocktails we make be molotov

may that day be now, and for as many days after that as we know how
it starts in this parking lot, and in my dreams, i am dirty broke beautiful and free.
my hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after hitching too many miles.

alles gute

just got off work i ate so much pesto i think im going to die but at least my hair looks a little longer

dear diary

today me and michelle had wine wednesday II, we talked about bad kgb jokes and ape rape.

i love that barely noticeable pinching feeling when you stretch your ears

i dig myself to the center of the earth
then there was a hole
i crawl back and put a knock upon your door
but there was no one home

i'm not going back

i climb clouds to the bluest of the sky
but all i saw was air
i rain my love to the heads that breathe below
but none of them cared

i'm not going back

eternally bad hair

i am in love with this

its so gross
oh my god

and when you play guitar
i listen to the strings buzz
the metal vibrates underneath your fingers
and when you crochet
i feel mesmerized and proud

and i would say i love you
but saying it out loud is hard
so i won't say it at all
and i won't stay very long

but you are life i needed all along
i think of you as my brother
although that sounds dumb

and words are futile devices

dreamboat

i think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long.  if we're in each others dreams, we can play together all night.

now you're just somebody that i used to know

i will stop being jealous when you stop being stupid

soon i promise. i just need to heal my hair before i bleach the life out of it

could this be tru-u-u-u-u-u-u-e?
it all comes down to yo-o-o-o-u

marry me tom

so chill

i may not be taboo but i am most definitely illegal