my life in words and pictures
by chocolate
this is me, trying to put down my thoughts about everything and anything in the most sincere way possible, trying to find order in the chaos that is my life, trying to throw some mediocre-to-good pictures in along the way and trying to do it all in such a charming way that maybe someone actually finds pleasure in reading it all.
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sun d a y
when you're still hungover
i love you in the morning
when you're still strung out
i love you in the morning ...
when i'm with you
i am calm
a pearl
in your oyster
head on your chest
a silent smile
a private kind
of happiness
You see
giant proclamations
are all very well
but our love
is louder than words
when i'm with you ...
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i prefer sunday by jimmy eat world!
On a Sunday I'll think it through.
On the drive back I'll think it through.
What you wish for won't come true.
Live with that.
On a Sunday she thought it through.
Now as I drive back, there's thiry-six less hours I have to change
the course I send myself.
Live with that.
On a Sunday go once around.
Because when the rides done, the hopes that you have carried,
they fall out from your hands back to the ground.
Live with that.
Learn as the drugs leave.
Learn as you lose it.
You will.
The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday.