How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via movinggrowingbeing)
(Source: gildings, via movinggrowingbeing)
I want to share this song I wrote called “Rainy Days” with all of you :)
I really hope you like it! Here’s a video of my band and I performing it live!
Lyrics:
One last time lets pretend
We didn’t reach a dead end
You’re so beautiful it hurts
And flaws and all, I love you more
So go and tell all your friends
That Im crazy I don’t care
You took too many steps
Somewhere I cant follow
When we could’ve had
Rainy days and coffee mugs
We could’ve had
Knitted sweaters and matching socks
We could’ve built
Forts out of blankets
And Had I love you more wars
But I would’ve won
I think its brave the way
That you can love two girls
But I wish I did not have
To share you at all
When we could’ve had
Rainy days and coffee mugs
We could’ve had
Knitted sweaters and matching socks
We could’ve built
Forts out of blankets
And Had I love you more wars
But I would’ve won
It wasn’t enough to give you my all
So I guess ill let you go with the though
That you and I both
We could’ve had
Rainy days and coffee mugs
We could’ve had
Knitted sweaters and matching socks
We could’ve built
Forts out of blankets
And Had I love you more wars
But I would’ve won
Q
Where did you make that poster? I love it!
from:Anonymous
A
I made it in photoshop :) If any of you guys want one you can send me what locations you want and I could make one for you!
Here’s a poster I made for mine and nicks anniversary!
Where he’s from, where we met and where I’m from :)
She was tired of hugging pillows, counting on blankets for warmth, and reliving romantic moments only in her dreams. She was tired of hoping that every day would hurry so she could get on to the next. Hoping that it would be a better day, an easier day. But it never was. Worked, paid the bills, and went to bed but never slept. Each morning the weight on her shoulders got heavier and heavier and each morning she wished for night to fall quickly so she could return to her bed to hug her pillows and wrap herself in the warmth of her blankets.
— Cecelia Ahern (via lostinthesounds)
