eye <3 william blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

buy me one, and play with me!

oh hay new jacket :)

thanks for keepin' me warm!

PS - I AM FUCKING FREEZING & I HAVE BEEN ALL DAY. TODAY IS COMPLAIN LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW DAY, BTW.
hehehe

i've been feeling nauseous on & off for the past 3 days.
NO, I AM NOT PREGNANT.
i fucking hate my stomach, someone trade wiff me!
maybe i'm becoming lactose intolerant yet again???

take me here, now. i'm slipping.

what you work hard for may become the sweetest thing in life.

DEGAUSSER,
GET OUTTA MY HEAD.
...just kidding.

plz keep me in mind;;

worst fucking headache in a long time, thanks dad.

i'm so so so so so sorry i'm such an inconvenience to you. i'm sorry for my constant struggle to have somewhat of a normal relationship with you. i'm sorry for being so "out of the way." i'm sorry i think it's completely fucking ridiculous, no - hilarious, that your wife can spend $350 on lingerie and it be no big deal but when i ask for a mere $200-$250 for school books it's a problem. if my education wasn't so damn important to me, i would be more than happy to completely disappear out of your life. trust me. i'm tired of feeling like the red-headed step child. i'm tired of feeling like i'm not worth your time. i'm tired of you never being seriously involved in my life. fyi: i don't care what any of you who read this think, so fuck off if you have anything negative to say about the following: with that being said, it really fucking bothers me how much i care about your feelings when mine clearly don't matter half as much to you. maybe they do? who knows? it sure would be nice to be certain about anything when it comes to you. my mom says that she thinks sometimes you just don't think about things before you carry them out, well you know what? i don't give a shit. you are an adult, yeah, sure...you make mistakes. i realize no one is perfect, and i realize everyone has flaws, but i am tired. i'm tired of being your flaw, i'm tired of being your mistake, and most of all, i'm tired of searching for a dad who's never going to be there. not for my graduation for you to tell me how proud you are, not for my prom to tell me how beautiful i look, not for the days when i just needed someone to talk to, not for the guidence throughout my teenager years, not for the nosebleeds i inherited from you, not for knowledge on how to take a good photograph, not for any of the things i really needed you to be HERE for. i push everyone who gets even remotely close to me so far away it's not even funny. why? because you make me feel like i'm not good enough for anyone. if i don't feel like i'm good enough for my father, who am i good enough for? i wish i knew.

what's cooler than bein' cool? ICE COLD.

NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM

MMM, ZEE BEAR JEW <333

LOVE
WILL
TEAR
US
APART.

i feel like this tonight, but i'm not about to attempt to drown myself in a pool...
so i'm good, right?

grow up, bitches. getting on my aim screen name, messing with my friends, and prank calling me at all hours of the day isn't funny. it's rather immature. and next time you wanna call me and leave me a voice mail calling me a hoe, check yourself first. not to mention it's kind of hard to feel insulted by girls who sound like men on the phone. reallll cute.

MMM, sooo sexy.

the best movie i've seen in a long time.

Brand New - 11/13/09 The NorVa, Norfolk, VA

going. will sell myself to obtain a ticket.
the only question i have is..."who's going with me. huh? huh?!"
hahaha, i'm in such a good mood. i need sleep now, though.

all i can listen to is brand new. obsess much?

Take me, take me back to your bed
I love you so much that it hurts my head
Say, "I don't mind you under my skin
I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in"
Well when we were made we were set apart
But life is a test and I get bad marks
Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins
The storm is coming, the storm is coming in

sushiiii tomorrow! cannot fucking wait!!! so delish.

yes, please.

this just made me so nauseous it's not even funny.
going to puke, brb.

do i need a fucking disclaimer because i have my tongue pierced? or maybe just a sticky note attatched to my head that reads: "just because i have a tongue ring does not mean i want to suck your dick. thanks, mgmt." i mean damn, i know i brought it upon myself by getting the thing in the first place but really, get a fucking clue.

you have no idea how much i both love & hate this picture and you never will. this looks just like you in the picture i took in my living room when the walls were still intact and your hair was long, those were the best days of my life. you were my best friend, my love, my everything. you taught me what it was like to love and be loved, and i'll always remember that. i miss you so much, friend, but mostly just the shy quiet guy who would stay up until 4am on a school night talking on the phone even though we both hated it. i could write about you for hours, but i won't. simply because i know you couldn't do the same for me. not anymore, at least.

pardon me.

i'm going skating every night with my bro from now on. i love him so much, and i love how an 11 yr old can make me so wanna be so ballsy. best little bro i could ever ask for. <3

i find it hilarious/weird/awkward that i follow about 4 blogs of which belong to people i do not know/never will know and they are all on tumblr, not blogspot. i'm so weird.

done&done

gluck off :)
ha, i love my boys.
they're such assholes.
xoxoxoxoxo

sunny d, peaches, and bagels with cream cheese could keep me happy for my entire life. MMM, not doing shit today and it feels great!

Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone that could save
If they don't put me away
It’ll be a miracle

Do you believe you're missing out?
That everything good is happening somewhere else
But with nobody in your bed
The night is hard to get through

And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won’t know anyone

Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Because this problem's gonna last
More than the weekend

Well, Jesus Christ I’m not scared to die
I’m a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot
Do I float through the ceiling

Do I divide and fall apart
Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
This ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?

I know you'll come in the night like a thief
But I’ve had some time alone to hone my lying technique
I know you think that I’m someone you can trust
But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up
(everyone now)
So do you think that we could work out a psalm
So I’ll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try
I know you'll come for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails,
And talk dirt at hating factories
But, we all got wood and nails
And talk dirt at hating factories
Yeah, we all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine

sexual tension is at it's peak.

"the most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them"
-Stephen King

last night:

FUCK!

today is the first day i have woke up and honestly not remembered how i got home. i know taylor took me, and i could guess which way she went, but in my head i have no idea which way we took. i wish i would have puked last night cause i feel like shit today and i know i would feel a lot better if i had thrown up last night. ugh. no headache though, that's something to be happy about. shit last night was crazy, for me at least...and i'm sure for jesse, too. i feel like kind of an asshole for bitching him out but i mean, he did what he did and it's more than okay for me to have given him some shit over it. no more drinking as of now, i drove to class buzzed this morning and walked in 12 minutes late, luckily the teach was 30 minutes late. she must have gotten crunk last night, too.

haha! i love taylor.

can i has it back?

OH MY GODDDD I GOT ALL MY CLASSES SET! SO HAPPY YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE IT.

my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark

so i'm sitting in my cousin's computer room in her house and it feels like it's my own home. i would like to think on day i'll have a house this cute to call my own. it must feel great, because even being here alone and watching her animals feels nice. curtains open, sun shining bright, with brand new blaring so loud from the speakers in front of me i could roll across the room. it's nice. it's the way i like to spend my simple summer days. school starts tomorrow, i'm scared i won't ever get my classes in order. it's making me feel sick, so i'm going to stop talking about it. i miss my dad, and i miss going to the beach with him just for adventure. i need to start using my $600 camera that i worked all summer for back when i didn't have a care in the world or any other use for money other than spending it all in one lump sum. best investment i've ever made, by far. my car too i suppose. damn, listening to brand new makes me feel sad sometimes. great band, though. for sure. i wish i had my journal with me cause i'm in the mood to write but only about things i do not wish to write about for the world to read on here. ya dig? ugh, my days are falling short and unfulfilled of what they once were.



"do you believe that you're missing out?
that everything good is happening somewhere else
but with nobody in your bed
the night is hard to get through"

i am officially obsessed with brand new. i want to know everything about them. i want to know all the words to every one of their songs so i can sing along. they have such meaningful lyrics, it's nice to be able to relate to someone i have never met.

went to tcc today, it just made me mad. today has been okay, but i've just been really out of it. i feel like i need to slow down, everything in my life is becoming way too farmiliar and everything is starting to run together - but not so smoothly. i can't wait to get all of my classes straight, i have the biggest lump in my throat and i don't know what to do about it. being broke sucks. tomorrow i plan on filling out at least 10 applications. UGH.

currently listening to: fork & knife - brand new.

haha, so much for teaching ESL!

Some reasons to be grateful if you grew up speaking English:

1) The bandage was wound around the wound.
2) The farm was used to produce produce.
3) The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.
4) We must polish the Polish furniture.
5) He could lead if he would get the lead out.
6) The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
7) Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.
8) A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.
9) When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.
10) I did not object to the object.
11) The insurance was invalid for the invalid.
12) There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.
13) They were too close to the door to close it.
14) The buck does funny things when the does are present.
15) A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.
16) To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.
17) The wind was too strong to wind the sail.
18) After a number of injections my jaw got number.
19) Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.
20) I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.
21) How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?


Let’s face it - English is a crazy language.

There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France.
Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat.
We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?
If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beeth?
One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices?
Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
Ship by truck and send cargo by ship?
Have noses that run and feet that smell?
How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
English was invented by people, across the ages, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn’t a race at all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.

I love the intricacies of the English language.

I’m just astonished at how much you learn as you grow older and how it never stops. When I was 21, I realized that I didn’t know anything at 17. At 25, I realized I didn’t know anything at 21. And now at 31, I realized I didn’t know anything at 25. It doesn’t seem to be slowing down. I’m always wondering if when I’m 80, am I gonna be looking back to when I was 75 and going you know, “That person didn’t know anything.” When does that process of growing stop? Jesse Lacey

OH GAWD.

I used to be such a burning example,
I used to be so original.
I used to care, I was being cared for.
Made sure I showed it to those that I love.

I used to sleep without a single stir,
'Cause I was about my father's work.

Well take me out tonight,
This ship of fools I'm on will sink.
A millstone around my neck,
{If you'd} be my breath, there's nothing I wouldn't give.

I used to pray like God was listening.
I used to make my parents proud.
I was the glue that kept my friends together,
Now they don't talk and we don't go out.

I used to know the name of every person I'd kissed.
Now I've made this bed and I can't fall asleep in it.

Well take me out tonight,
This ship of fools I'm on will sink.
A millstone around my neck,
{If you'd} be my breath, there's nothing I wouldn't give.

Throw me that lifeline,
This ship of fools I'm on will sink.
A millstone around my neck
{If you'd} be my breath, there's nothing I wouldn't give.

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

if i had money i would immediately buy:

dinner for my boys + taylor
the "new" Brand New album
the "new" The Noisettes album
new clothes because i just gave all of mine away
the beatles edition rock band
MY TUITION FOR COLLEGE
more records than i can listen to in a lifetime
a bigger cage + more food for otis
a better phone that doesn't break every month
stuff to make a fruit pizza
andddddd, love. (if you could ever buy it)

i hate money. i love money.

safe & sound

for now

MMM dinner @ the cousin's house. i love family time.

We never are what we intend, or invent
‘Cause I make little lies and then I pull them apart
Think something dark’s living down in my heart

And if I wanted to die before I got old
I should’ve started some years ago digging that hole
Well I carry this box to the proper place
And when I lower it down
I let it you fade away

GIVE UP

listen to the duke spirit. do it!

"into the fold"

Here it comes, you better use it
Your gonna need her when you least expect it.
Money runs, what do you spend it on.
You are too busy just to take what you need.
This heart could heal, if you had the courage just to say what you feel.

If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me
Sing this song
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone.



BEST NIGHT EVER, the end.

my sleeping schedule is SO fucked. goodnight, i hope.

(just because it's hilarious)
big thanks emmalee for being drunk and punching me in the lip.
LOVE!

drunk and STILL gettin' it.

that's how richmond works, don'tcha know?

minus getting my car towed, this was by far one of the best trips i've been on. <3

you know what i hate?? how giving i am. but besides that, i hate toothpaste, and i hate when my hands/clothes smell like cigarettes, shit is fuckin' nastay.

alllllright, waiting around when i am ready to GOOOO is shitty, too. but it's cool.

RVA, again. rolls off the tongue so n i c e l y .


i'll miss you, but nothing's new.

all i need in life is a packed-ass car with my closest boy friends + taylor with journey, third eye blind, everclear, and some outkast just to spice shit up! i am so thankful for the people in my life. i love my babiesss.

"how do I get back there to the place where I fell asleep inside you? how do I get myself back to the place where you said..."

work, then time with my boyssss :)

i seriously whole-heartily love my life.
this is it:


Is it cruel or kind
not to speak my mind
and to lie to you
rather than hurt you?

Well, I’ll confess all of my sins
after several large gins
but I’ll hide from you
hide what’s inside from you.

And alarm bells ring
when you say your heart still sings
when you’re with me –;
Oh would you please forgive me.

I no longer hear the music.
Oh no – no no no no no.

And all the memories of the pubs
and the clubs the drugs and the tubs
we shared together –;
will stay with me forever.

But all the highs and the lows
and the tos and the fros
they left me dizzy –;
Oh won’t you please forgive me?

I no longer hear the music.
Oh no.

I no longer hear the music when the lights go out
Love goes cold in the shades of doubt
The strange fate in my mind is all too clear.
Music when the lights come on
The girl I thought I knew has gone
and with her my heart, it disappeared.

I no longer hear the music.
Oh no.

And all the memories of the fights and nights
and the blue lights and all the kites
we flew together –;
I thought they’d fly forever.

But all the highs and the lows
and the tos and the fros
they left me dizzy –;
won’t you forgive me?

I no longer hear the music.
Well, I no longer hear the music.
Oh no.

I no longer hear the music when the lights go out
Love goes cold in the shades of doubt
The strange fate in my mind is all too clear.
Music when the lights come on
The girl I thought I knew has gone
and with her my heart, it disappeared.

I no longer hear the music.
Oh no.
I no longer hear the music.

the tile is cold, i can barely speak.
i think she's gone but i'll be sure for safety's keeping.



always there for my girl. fuck you, kindly. <3

crazy ass bitches.

the person i am when i am drunk is the person i wish i always was. ballsy, carefree, sweet, considerate, meaningful, sentimental, and all of the good qualities of which i somewhat lack when i am sober. last night was too much fun, and i knew it should have stopped before it got to where it went. too much yelling, too much crying, and too much fucking emotions. i love my girl taylor, and i love my boy kenny. i don't need to explain myself anymore. not to you, not to you, and especially NOT to you. good day.

how low can you go?
how low can you go?
how low can you go?
how low can you go?
how low can you go?
how low can you go?
how low can you go?
how low can you go?
how low can you go?
can you get down low?

constellations tonight
are so fiercesomely bright, my love
I have no fear left
I am Atticus now

- the noisettes <3

today was honestly one of the best days i've had in a long time.
thank you, thank you, thank you.

can't stop, won't stop.
good luck trying to break this smile, dick.
cousin is back in town, new job, and well, you know ;)

lookin' a little cross-eyed,
but this is the newest addition :)
soooo happy!