sorrow on the storrows

The city gets lonely. No more goodbyes to old friends. The car is parked in the driveway. Let's make use of it. We could go nowhere, or we could go city to city. Drive past the old highway because there's nothing left to see. Don't you agree we all are dying? I got some money, you got a pack of cigarettes. Together we'll mend our old wounds and make fun of it. You'll tell me stories to keep me awake at the wheel. I'll drive as far as I can until the feelings become real. Don't you agree we all are dying? We grew up way too fast. A lonely child and a car crash. But I know that we'll be friends until we die. Don't you agree we all are dying? It's time we start living.

-Prom

you say hearts, I think artichokes

I don't know if i could live in a city for the summer. Any city that wasn't forest-based, or surrounded by mountains. Just these last two days, with everyone so hot and crawling all over each other, and laying on scarce strips of grass, I don't think I could stand it for four months. I would rather lay around my house. I would rather go to the park every day and play frisbee in real fields. I would rather not be weighed down by the smog.
Our room is going to be a disaster for the next two days as my roommates move out and leave me here alone, sweating, to study for my two finals on monday. I can't understand that people are done with school, because I've forgotten what it feels like to be weightless.
I had something significant to write about, but i can't seem to remember.

wise words

don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem, baby girl.

lauryn hill

m.f.k. fisher moments, all the time

Escape is not peace, not ever.
Not even for kitties.

but sometimes, there are flowers.

we'll carve new streets and sidewalks, a city for small lives

I had a dream where Brady said "girl, you need to get your butt to chile right now," and it was funny, but then I woke up, and I was still in boston, and it was a disappointment a little.
Sometimes when I'm sitting cross-legged on the floor of my dorm room, watching t.v. and eating pad thai with chop sticks from a tin container I think I am happy. But then I just think, maybe I am happy because I am embodying the caricature of my college self, whom I imagined years and years ago and one day found myself actually alive in some college some miles away from home. The longer I'm here the more I'm convinced this is only half what I wanted.

we say that we'll stay for one more year.