So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself, It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope.That is why I'm singing...
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call me text me ring my door bell any time kate
thank you ten. it means so much. i am so fucking upse.t
we are all just learning to grow.
it hurts
we are all just learning to grow.
it hurts
lets take along hike up bald mountain in june. take our bleeding hearts and put them on a stake to fly in the wind a symbol of survival. climb down and drink a magnum of chardonnay on someones rooftop. scream elliot smith xoxo from the top of our lungs and pretend we are young and naivety is ok. we can write out our last demands and last hopes and last wishes for a better tomorrow on the steam fro our breath on the window pane. take one last look as it slowly fades, and finally let it all go.
let go.
think of maude when she looks harold square in his cynical eyeballs and yells L I V E. live live live!!!!
time to start living. if you feel like you are dying you probably are. a part of you that you should let go. you can choose to be reborn into anything you want. a superhero, a master dr suess gardener, a bull fighter. a warrior. you are already all of those things.
i love you.
Well, if you want to sing out, sing out
And if you want to be free, be free
'Cause there's a million things to be
You know that there are
And if you want to live high, live high
And if you want to live low, live low
'Cause there's a million ways to go
You know that there are
You can do what you want
The opportunity's on
And if you can find a new way
You can do it today
You can make it all true
And you can make it undo
you see
its easy
You only need to know
Well if you want to say yes, say yes
And if you want to say no, say no
'Cause there's a million ways to go
You know that there are
And if you want to be me, be me
And if you want to be you, be you
'Cause there's a million things to do
You know that there are
Well, if you want to sing out, sing out
And if you want to be free, be free
'Cause there's a million things to be
You know that there are
You know that there are
You know that there are
You know that there are
You know that there are
lets rig up an old hurst and blast through depot square.
kat i love you.. the phone call was great! come out anytime...
thanks chics. made me feel lighter. will be good to talk to tennis when her world slows down.
love the idea about hearts on stakes. need to put former self out of its misery. meg is right...it has been coming for some time now. i love him so much that i have to let him go. he is amazing. and thinks i am too. guess we both need time away, and maybe it's not the end. and maybe it is...no way to know cept to listen to our hearts.
booo.
Pain is the victory. It means that you really were able to love, to invest and to give - and that you can do it again.
I've walked away from relationships with no pain and only the relization that I had given nothing, gained nothing and felt more lifeless than if I truly hurt.
kate - even if i am busy - my friends always come first. If you want to come and follow me around studio for a night, week, hour, whatever - you absolutly can. In fact, i could problbly use an extra set of hands! And i bet you would get a lot of laughs out of my crazy clan of non-sleeping studio mates.
thanks tennis. prob should since i am not sleeping anyway. zombiefied. you are great.
yes you are right chels. this sucks. wow. ouch. like slow-removal-of-bandaid-from-hairy-arm ouch.
for real kate - you have my number. The only day i cant is saturday - going to get my dress fitted!
you can hed here right this second if you want!
love you ten. i may.
kiss kiss im going to call you tonight.
Very pretty design! Keep up the good work. Thanks.
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