| julia. |
[05 Nov 2009|01:04am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
contemplative |
] |
half of what i say is meaningless.
|
|
|
[04 Nov 2009|06:25pm] |

it never hurts to be fabulous.
|
|
| The Day You Were Sad |
[04 Nov 2009|02:55am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
hopeful |
] |
He tackled you on the bed, kissed you all over your face, proclaiming over and over, I love this girl!
You are good, he said. You were very stoned, and he held you and talked in your ear; the music was loud and people were singing along. You forgot he was talking and hummed a little with the song. And I like you, he said.
And you said, What? I wasn’t listening.
|
|
|
[02 Nov 2009|10:41pm] |
|
........you're exactly what i've been asking for... uhh ohh.
|
|
|
[02 Nov 2009|02:25pm] |
|
I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades bangin' them pleasure machines.
|
|