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#77

the bird on my shoulder, that reminds me how to live.
the bird in my heart, that reminds me how to love.

#76

love comes in many forms.
this is one of the best i've come across.
:D!

#75

I read somewhere
that all this —
the people, the animals,
the mountains, the rivers —
is just God dreaming.
I wish he’d wake the fuck up.

#75

#74

#73

such simplicity.

#72

#71

I’m a mountain that has been moved
I’m a river that is all dried up
I’m an ocean nothing floats on
I’m a sky that nothing wants to fly in
I’m a sun that doesn’t burn hot
I’m a moon that never shows it’s face
I’m a mouth that doesn’t smile
I’m a word that no one ever wants to say…

#70

as of late, i can't really comprehend anything that's going on.
everything around me is nothing but a blur. my emotions; i can't even try to begin to decipher happiness from sadness.
life at the moment feels like one of those words that you write over and over again, thinking that you're spelling it wrong. when in actual fact, you just don't even recognise your own hand writing for a few moments.
day and night feel the same, but its like im dreaming when i'm awake, and in reality when asleep.
ha, if only. everything is meshed together, i can't even tell the difference between the sun and the moon, its like they're both hanging side by side 24/7.

i don't quite know how to handle any circumstance at the moment.
how to react to events, if my opinions are even my own, etc.

i find myself watching more movies, and listening to less music.
being able to lose myself for an hour or so, to imagine myself in anothers shoes.
their life planned out on paper, literally. then played for all to view.
to watch over and over again, at anyone's own free will.
to connect to a character, to an event, to be able to reply that time and time again, to find little things you didn't find last time you viewed it.
it makes you think of the little things in life that you realise now, but didn't at the time.
then you start to think up of things you could have said at the particular moment, to the person you where with.
emotions re-arise. anger forms, towards yourself-noone else. because you realise now, that you should have said something instead of shutting up and letting people walk over you like you have 'door matt' tattooed on your forehead.

to go out of your own way, to make others happy. i find enjoyment in that.
i would never ask for the same in return, nothing- but, maybe some appreciation?
to be able to know that someone actually realises what you've done, and is glad that you did.

i don't even know what i'm talking about.
lucky noone even reads these pathetic blogs, i 'write'.
mm, ha.

#69

Come to Adelaide already.
Fuck.

#68

i'm going to make my own path.
my own journey.
because this is MY life.

#67

"Everyone hides who they are at least some of their time. Sometimes you bury that part of yourself so deeply that you have to be reminded it’s there at all. And sometimes you just want to forget who you are all together."

— the minds of dexter

#66

"If you pick me a flower, I’ll wear it in my hair. I’ll stash little notes for you where you least expect them. I don’t have many firsts left.. but I’d like someone who I could offer all of my lasts. We’ll make history together. I’ll wait for you even if you’re late – and I won’t complain about it. Kindness to cashiers, valets, waiters and maddeningly slow postal clerks who would try the patience of Gandhi is a must. I will feel safe and most at peace in your arms. When you’re counting aloud, I will try and mess you up. I find you magically delicious. I will let you be right when it doesn’t really matter. I’ll giggle when you show off and I know it’s just for me. I’ll hold your coffee while you drive. I can build a fire without burning the house down. If you wash the car with me – I promise to wear a white t-shirt for you. I‘ll hide around corners and try to scare you in the middle of the night.. of course, I’ll end up scaring myself and you’ll have to calm me down. I can change a flat tire and my own oil. It’s the simple things you do that make me swoon the most. I love it when you sing to me. I’ll make you mickey mouse pancakes. Sleeping in has a whole new meaning now that we’re doing it together. I’ll cover you up and kiss your forehead when you fall asleep watching tv. I won’t swear around your family or make you wear silly sweaters at my family’s during Christmas. I’ll grant you three wishes. I’ll make you laugh. I’ll stare in wonder with you at that hot chick with the great rack. I will marvel at your strength. I’ll take care of you when you’re sick. I give a kick ass massage. I think it’s hot when you come home all dirty from playing or working hard. My heart will skip every time you walk through the door. My kisses will take your breath away – seriously. I’ll giggle if you leave your socks on in bed. My quirks and oddities have been deemed ‘adorable’ and I will love you more everyday for all of yours. I’ll hold you when you need it. I will give you space when you need it. I will let you be you. You’ll sleep better when I’m next to you. I’ll thank you every time you open a door for me. I’ll never give you shit in front of your friends. I won’t ever let you leave for work in the morning without your lunch and a passionate kiss. We can watch your movie first. I’ll clean the house perfectly every time your mom comes by. I like horror movies only when you’re with me and only as long as you hold me close. I don’t litter. I love when you pull me down to sit on your lap. I love it when you lay your head on my chest in bed. I can be ready (shower and all) in half an hour. I’ll look cute as hell in your shirt in the morning. I can balance a checkbook. I can never turn down a challenge. I’ll fit perfectly in your arms. I’ll understand if you get jealous – and do my best to show you that you have no reason. Hand-written love notes will get you laid every time. I can totally keep a secret. I’m pretty damn funny and will do anything to make you laugh. You will always look hot to me in the morning. I think it’s cute when you eat off my plate. When you’re sleeping, I’ll try to stay quiet. I’ll call when I say I will. Treat me like a woman and I’ll treat you like a man. To clarify: I’m not looking for a fix-up project, or anything of that sort. I’m looking for a man who quite simply adds something extraordinary and special to my life. And I to him. A fair exchange, an amazing mind, body and soul connection and a place to build something magnificent." I have found you now, and I love you more than life. Reece Heffernan, my dearest.

#65

"When someone hurts themselves over you its almost as if you’re cutting them yourself."

— Karl-Christoph

#64

Bold whats true.

I’ve never watched Twilight
I have drunk alcohol
I have tried smoking
I read a lot
I’ve been in a car crash
I’ve thought someone was in my house at night
I would change over 5 things about my body
I know all the words to ‘Hit Me Baby One More Time’
I’ve lied to my best friend
I’ve pretended to like something to fit in
I’ve dyed my hair
I’ve wished a family member ill
I’ve hit someone
I have read all the Harry Potters
I know all the words to Mean Girls
I am atheist
I’ve pretended to like something in order to talk to a boy
I’ve been abroad
I dont want to be a photographer-i just like photography.
I own skinny jeans
i like tea
I hardly ever wear makeup
I wish i could sing
I am happy with my body
GCSE’s scare me
Im not very outspoken
I wish i was older
I’ve done an all nighter
I’ve woken up and couldn’t remember the night before-not because of drinking.
I have a scar that i don’t know where its from
I really like buying stationary
I hate sexism but it will always be there
I have had the same phone for over a year
i have broken something in a shop
I like coffee
I collect something
I wish i wasn’t so restricted
I’ve stolen sweets
I’ve cried so much its hurt
i have tried to loose weight
I have tried to call my remote control
I like tinned fruit
Im addicted to the internet
I like compliments
Im easy persuaded
I think my friends hate me at times
Or all the time
I own more than one pair of trainers
I prefer morning to night
Lord of the Rings IS cool
I like someone
They don’t like me
I show emotion too much
I cant be without my phone

#63

"No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky."

— Bob Dylan

#62

McCartney's speech at Lennon's Hall of Fame induction.

Dear John,

I remember when we first met, at Woolton, at the village fête. It was a beautiful summer day and I walked in there and saw you on stage. And you were singing Come Go With Me by the Dell Vikings, But you didn’t know the words so you made them up. “Come go with me to the penitentiary.” It’s not in the lyrics.

I remember writing our first songs together. We used to go to my house, my dad’s home, and we used to smoke Typhoo tea with the pipe my dad kept in a drawer. It didn’t do much for us but it got us on the road.

We wanted to be famous.

I remember the visits to your mum’s house. Julia was a very handsome woman, very beautiful woman. She had long, red hair and she played a ukulele. I’d never seen a woman that could do that. And I remember to having to tell you the guitar chords because you used to play the ukulele chords.

And then on your 21st birthday you got £100 off one of your rich relatives up in Edinburgh, so we decided we’d go to Spain. So we hitch-hiked out of Liverpool, got as far as Paris, and decided to stop there, for a week. And eventually got our haircut, by a fellow named Jürgen, and that ended up being the “Beatle haircut”.

I remember introducing you to my mate George, my schoolmate, and getting him into the band by playing Raunchy on the top deck of a bus. You were impressed. And we met Ringo who’d been working the whole season at Butlin’s camp - he was a seasoned professional - but the beard had to go, and it did.

Later on we got a gig at the Cavern Club in Liverpool which was officially a blues club. We didn’t really know any blues numbers. We loved the blues but we didn’t know any blues numbers, so we had announcements like “Ladies and gentlemen, this is a great Big Bill Broonzy number called Wake Up Little Susie.” And they kept passing up little notes: “This is not the blues, this is not the blues. This is pop.” But we kept going.

And then we ended up touring. It was a bloke called Larry Parnes who gave us our first tour. I remember we all changed names for that tour. I changed mine to Paul Ramon, George became Carl Harrison and, although people think you didn’t really change your name, I seem to remember you were Long John Silver for the duration of that tour. Bang goes another myth.

We’d been on a van touring later and we’d have the kind of night where the windscreen would break. We would be on the motorway going back up to Liverpool. It was freezing so we had to lie on top of each other in the back of the van creating a Beatle sandwich. We got to know each other. These were the ways we got to know each other.

We got to Hamburg and met the likes of Little Richard, Gene Vincent. I remember Little Richard inviting us back to his hotel. He was looking at Ringo’s ring and said, “I love that ring.” He said, “I’ve got a ring like that. I could give you a ring like that.” So we all went back to the hotel with him. We never got a ring.

We went back with Gene Vincent to his hotel room once. It was all going fine until he reached in his bedside drawer and pulled out a gun. We’ said “Er, we’ve got to go, Gene, we’ve got to go…” We got out quick!

And then came the USA - New York City - where we met up with Phil Spector, The Ronettes, Supremes, our heroes, our heroines. And then later in LA, we met up with Elvis Presley for one great evening. We saw the boy on his home territory. He was the first person I ever saw with a remote control on a TV. Boy! He was a hero, man.

And then later, Ed Sullivan. We’d wanted to be famous, now we were getting really famous. I mean imagine meeting Mitzi Gaynor in Miami!

Later, after that, recording at Abbey Road. I still remember doing “Love Me Do. You officially had the vocal “love me do” but because you played the harmonica, George Martin suddenly said in the middle is the session, “Will Paul sing the line “love me do?”, the crucial line. I can still hear it to this day - you would go “Whaaa whaa,” and I’d go “love me doo-oo.” Nerves, man.

I remember doing the vocal to Kansas City - well I couldn’t quite get it, because it’s hard to do that stuff. You know, screaming out the top of your head. You came down from the control room and took me to one side and said “You can do it, you’ve just got to scream, you can do it.” So, thank you. Thank you for that. I did it.

I remember writing A Day In The Life with you, and the little look we gave each other when we wrote the line “I’d love to turn you on.” We kinda knew what we were doing, you know. A sneaky little look.

After that there was this girl called Yoko. Yoko Ono. She showed up at my house one day. It was John Cage’s birthday and she said she wanted to get hold of manuscripts of various composers to give to him, and she wanted one from me and you. So I said,” Well it’s OK by me. but you’ll have to go to John.”

And she did.

After that I set up a couple of Brenell recording machines we used to have and you stayed up all night and recorded Two Virgins. But you took the cover yourselves - nothing to do with me.

And then, after that there were the phone calls to you. The joy for me after all the business shit that we’d gone through was that we were actually getting back together and communicating once again. And the joy as you told me about how you were baking bread now. And how you were playing with your little baby, Sean. That was great for me because it gave me something to hold on to.

So now, years on, here we are. All these people. Here we are, assembled, to thank you for everything that you mean to all of us.

This letter comes with love, from your friend Paul.

John Lennon, you’ve made it. Tonight you are in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

God bless you,
Paul

#61

#60

#59

holy shit.

#58

'What I need is a fix, or a cure, or a kiss, or a smile, or this day,
or just you to take the pain away.'

-Jenna Anne.

#57

Our life is over from the moment we are born.
Because it is from that very moment when we take our first breath in open air, that we begin to learn the game of life.
How to walk, how to talk.
How to become someone we're not, just to make it by.
Over our entire life time, all we basically do is sit there, and take a mental photograph of every little inanimate and animate object that we find to have the slightest form of adoration towards.
Each living cell within contains a part of something that we have fallen in love with, in one way or another.
In the end, there isn't any real way of finding out what 'real life' is.
No matter how hard we try, or how hard we don't.
Nothing really matters in the end, so do what you want, when you want.
No one can stop you from living your life.

#56

' They say your attitude determines your latitude
I'm high as a motherfucker - fly as a motherfucker
And still the motherfucker you love to hate
But can't - because you love what I make
Now ain't - that about a bitch '

#55

I know you love how I make it all go away:
all the joy, all the pain, all thoughts in your brain.
For the price of your soul, I will hold your heart in my talons.
For three summers straight you've been my sweet eye candy;
and no one will ever, ever, take you away from me.

I saw, I smelled what he did to you, girl,
and to be frank, the thought makes my innards curl.
How he preyed on your ripe insecurities.
The thorn in your side is alive, and it's killing me.
Obscure records entombed in his room with mechanical lust,
diapered, desolate middle-aged doom.
On your knees in his downtrodden shit-eating grin of a room.
If only you'd meet me here soon.

If only you'd start breathing, I'd court you exclusively.
With my shovel, I'm pounding earth 'til suddenly I see...

You awake from the dirt and the grime,
stretch your fractured, pretzel spine,
out to take your revenge for the crime,
filled with fire and finally mine.

Paraded you around like a second place prize,
hair done up, black holes painted on your eyes.
Held a book burning in your back yard,
while your parents observed from their window, slightly scarred.
And I've watched with my shovel in hand.
I have in faith in you, child.
From his nightmares I've plucked a plan,
where that prick, to the world, is revealed as a wicked man.
This is a prayer from your biggest fan.

If only you could see me, we'd dance like a heart attack.
With a wail you let them know you're furious, you're back.

You awake from the dirt and the grime,
stretch your fractured, pretzel spine,
out to take your revenge for the crime,
filled with fire and finally mine.

You awake from the grave that he dug,
pulsing, boiling, angry blood.
Well aware that I'm falling in love.
Filled with fire, I'm drinking gasoline to make it go faster,
Gasoline will make it grow much faster.
Gasoline to make it go faster.
Gasoline will make it grow much faster.

Faster (faster)
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#53

i hate those days where it gets to the point, where the only form of escape from any reality
is to just squeeze my eyes as tight as possible, so all those little white spots come up.
then i put on my fave songs by say anything, and day dream the rest of my worries away.
it always seems to work.

what else is there to really do?

#52

'Sometimes the best thing is to say is - nothing at all.
SILENCE is POWERFUL when you use it to strengthen your position.
Find power in silence. Feel the answer to something rather than listen to it.
The true answer is often the one you feel, not the one you hear.'