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sometimes it hurts.

it just hurts so fucking much.

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Louder, lips speak louder, better back together Still it's a sharp shock to your soft side Summer moon, catch your shut eye

Loose lips might sink ships but loose gooses take trips
to san francisco, double dutch disco,
tech tv hottie, do it for scotty
do it for the living and do it for the dead
do it for the monsters under your bed
do it for the teenagers and do it for your mom
broken hearts hurt but they make us strong

today i took pictures in the rain with my best friends and neon shoes

Pic: Fourteenfashionstatements.blogspot.com

Monday, I'm all high, get me out of FLA In school, yeah, I fooled ya, now I know I made a mistake Blister on a turnpike, let me by, I only wanna wonder why when I don't die

I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isnt... It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real. Well, sometimes, I can do that, but I don't need an hour in front of a mirror. And I just open my eyes, and I see nothing. And then I start to breathe really hard trying to see something, but I can't. It doesn't happen all the time, but when it does, it scares me.

Photos: http://bloodshoteyes.tumblr.com

NOTE: My blog header (the picture) is getting a little old... but i'm failing to find a new one!! if you see any pics just send them my way (alostvintagehippie@gmail.com) so much appreciated kids!!

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Can't help looking back Highways flew by