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moving to auburn!
i decided today that im moving to aburn once im finished with school. ill (hopefully be able to) stay with my dad until i (hopefully) get my job back at wheeler's so i can save up some money for an apartment. i cant wait to be back home, where everything is, except for you, but your coming too i hope.
all my friends are in auburn/lewiston, and i know a lot of people around there. a lot of people i know that live in that area dont like it there. oh today i found out that some guy got stabbed to death in bonnie (bonny?) park! i walk through there every day when i go there!
the twin cities are becoming more and more overrun with bad shit, drugs (not complaining) and more scum, but its home. familiar. my dad's house is nice. nice neighborhood with pretty nice people.
ill be able to get a small apartment for not too much money, which i can stay in while i save up for more great things.
im pretty sure ill be seeing crystal castles again in july which will be fucking awesome. quebec is the closest they're playing an underage show, which sucks but ill make an adventure out of it! they're also playing in montreal and toronto. i might go to the montreal show, depending on how much it is.
*update*
seeing them in PA hopefully, cause its cheaper. hopefully we can get the money. its the 21st so idk.
"Well, laughter pours from under doors
In this house, I don’t understand that sound no more
Seems artificial, like a T.V. set
I remember everything
The words we spoke on freezing South Street
And all those mornings watching you get ready for school
You combed your hair inside that mirror
The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
Something about those bright colors
would always make you feel better
You said you hate my suffering
And you understood
And you’d take care of me
You'd always be there
Well where are you now?
And I sing and sing of awful things
The pleasure that my sadness brings
As my fingers press onto the strings
In yet another clumsy chord
Haligh, haligh, an awful lie
This weight would now be satisfied
I'm gonna give you only one reply
I know not who I am
But I talk in the mirror
To the stranger that appears
Our conversations are circles
Always one sided
Nothing is clear
Except we keep coming back
To this meaning that I lack
He says the choices were given
Now you must live them
Or just not live
But do you want that?"
bright eyes.
"and i try to write with style. but the words just come and i write em as soon as i see em."
manchester orchestra.
i decided today that im moving to aburn once im finished with school. ill (hopefully be able to) stay with my dad until i (hopefully) get my job back at wheeler's so i can save up some money for an apartment. i cant wait to be back home, where everything is, except for you, but your coming too i hope.
all my friends are in auburn/lewiston, and i know a lot of people around there. a lot of people i know that live in that area dont like it there. oh today i found out that some guy got stabbed to death in bonnie (bonny?) park! i walk through there every day when i go there!
the twin cities are becoming more and more overrun with bad shit, drugs (not complaining) and more scum, but its home. familiar. my dad's house is nice. nice neighborhood with pretty nice people.
ill be able to get a small apartment for not too much money, which i can stay in while i save up for more great things.
im pretty sure ill be seeing crystal castles again in july which will be fucking awesome. quebec is the closest they're playing an underage show, which sucks but ill make an adventure out of it! they're also playing in montreal and toronto. i might go to the montreal show, depending on how much it is.
*update*
seeing them in PA hopefully, cause its cheaper. hopefully we can get the money. its the 21st so idk.
"Well, laughter pours from under doors
In this house, I don’t understand that sound no more
Seems artificial, like a T.V. set
I remember everything
The words we spoke on freezing South Street
And all those mornings watching you get ready for school
You combed your hair inside that mirror
The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
Something about those bright colors
would always make you feel better
You said you hate my suffering
And you understood
And you’d take care of me
You'd always be there
Well where are you now?
And I sing and sing of awful things
The pleasure that my sadness brings
As my fingers press onto the strings
In yet another clumsy chord
Haligh, haligh, an awful lie
This weight would now be satisfied
I'm gonna give you only one reply
I know not who I am
But I talk in the mirror
To the stranger that appears
Our conversations are circles
Always one sided
Nothing is clear
Except we keep coming back
To this meaning that I lack
He says the choices were given
Now you must live them
Or just not live
But do you want that?"
bright eyes.
"and i try to write with style. but the words just come and i write em as soon as i see em."
manchester orchestra.





































