Of your eyes, begonia skies
I'm Carly. I like sitting outside on benches or grass and I don't like to think about important things too often.my birthday went as follows:
woke up, went to my 8am class, made myself a nice breakfast, took a 4 hour nap, spent the rest of the day alone, got upset, went to work, chugged a beer, saw rob etling’s weiner and whole butt, went to sleep.
hopefully today will be better.
if i were livin in a mansion id probably just sleep out on the deck…
PARTYIN WITH STRANGERS OR STICKIN WITH CLOSE FRIENDS INSTEAD/ IT DON’T MATTER WHAT I’M DOIN AS LONG AS I’M LOSIN MY HEAD/ OUT RIDIN ON THE RANGE OR LAYIN WITH YOU HERE IN BED/ IT DON’T MATTER WHAT YOUR DOIN AS LONG AS YOUR LOSIN YA HEAD/
i have been dancing for the past 48 hrs
ANYWAYS:
happy thanksgiving. i’m thankful for the great people i know, the music i hear, and beautiful skies, and orange trees, and flowers!
i say “rave on”
lately,
I’ve been dreaming so strangley
the city is fuckin awesome, but not fuckin beautiful. beautiful is natural. mountains are beautiful. valleys are beautiful. grass and trees are beautiful. girls who don’t wear make-up are beautiful. the music that my friends can make is beautiful.
everything is new again
i think they should show suicidal people Where The Wild Things Are
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ps. my head is on FIRE
