now my head is splitting at the seams.

peel the scars from off my back
i don't need them anymore
you can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars
i've come home

repeat song today.

this whole town is laughing.

well uh uh baby, i ain't got no plan.

repeat song. heard it for the first time in ages yesterday... while we were driving around frisco over bridges and up and down hills in a fog mist cloud. it was perfect. almost every single word is perfect.

lovers' names carved in walls.

let's fly up to the clouds.

"you know what’s wrong with you, miss whoever-you-are? you’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. you’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” you call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. well baby, you’re already in that cage. you built it yourself. and it’s not bounded in the west by tulip, texas or in the east by somali-land. it’s wherever you go. because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself." - breakfast at tiffany’s

i won't dance, don't ask me.

make your heart for your friends to see.