the looks

everytime i try and make a "real" blog it turns into a pathetic attempt to forget about something or someone through some lines and words that won't really ever matter. i give up.

cant tell if i'm in love or in luck. sometimes the words aren't soft enough (its always too hard to tell). ageless eyes kiss me convinced/postmark me: gods gift/save the tragedy for the idealists. i'm shooting up the "old me" to feel like my "new self" but i've been swallowing the idea of you for days. got me thinking i'm just another someone whos words are a waste of breath.

sing me something soft enough

"and all you'll ever be is someone with a stupid song about them. a waste of words and the breath it takes to sing them."

i have no words..

nostalgic for the shooting stars i missed..

and the faces i kissed underneath of them.

i never fell in love
just lucked out.


thinking about you and me makes me wonder about some of the other greatest rivalries. this one is my favorite.