stuck in my head. like a song, but its just your picture– happy thoughts
dressed those little things in all of your clothes. and once that was through, you went out, without offering your hand to anyone or anything. talk to her. walk past her, hold her hand. but instead, you’ll see her from yards away, and the conversation will pass through your mind: ‘i didnt know youd be here this is coincidental, this weather is distracting its so hot i could go for a...
can they tell whats in our minds?– nope. suckers
he’s my grasshopper whisper in my ear when all i hear is the wind.
dma + eg = me.
i was about three. and i heard it, from the outside. and i looked out the window and was right. she was there and it was my day. another time i ran down the hallway and knew that it was in that pocket hanging from the kitchen, and so i took it. might have even thrown it away, but regardless, i didn’t tell anyone. and i remember her coming in the house and saying it was gone. i pictured men...
Neverland will be your next great adventure– the adventure i gave you here was just not big enough for you.
god isn’t funny when you see the one you love holding someone else’s...– r. spektor
andreaaaaaa: ohitsyo: andreaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! devendra banhart will be at HOB in anaheim this month. go! ooohhhhh i’d love to! i’ll go look it up right now…who are you, great stranger and why have i never talked to you? :p i think we’re semi-neighbors. im in riverside/corona. i noticed your picture and comment of his dreamy eyes, thought you could go stare at them in person!
writing down what happened when i’d sneak a look over. the words, words, spoken heard said aloud. let’s just get up and go because that, i can’t live without. it was a long time coming and the others are fools for not hearing him say it.
looking back is a waste of my time. we’ll know in 60 years if we were...– pierrot le fou ( tend to forget how great this film is )