When I Was Little
When i was little..
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When i was little..
The Bottle Cap Collector has a lair like the Bat’s with his comics dewey-decca and his battle cards in slats his movies are arranged by director and by taste computer games by console and the hours...
Owl City - Captains and Cruise Ships A song that reminds me of my foundation year in college. This was my alarm ring tone on my phone.
Last week some old friends of mine ventured back into this dreadful city.
This seems to be an opinion of mine that nobody else agrees with, and it's annoying because it's something I feel quite strongly about.
If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house and pour it loose through your garden.
A warm blanket of shimmering stars glistened above us, captivating the night.
You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill.
Hey, Monkey Tree. Beneath the wood. Dome of your arms. Your summer glade. With strong, low bows. Where small we played. And kept at bay. The world while leaping. Branch to branch. In death escaped.
Where did all the memories go. Where did the friendship that we said will never end go. Why don't we talk anymore.
When you were a child, sorrow passed as clouds on rainy days, the world was small, your parents were invincible heroes, they could cure all problems in the world, pain was temporary, heartache was...
This is written for all people who have walked out, or have been pushed out, of my life. This is to M.B, R.F, T.B, C.M, C.J.G, J.M, and all who have influenced me enough to write in your honor.
This song is a how I feel a little... Or maybe more... Lyrics below. --- Where are you now, what are you doing. Are you in this endless sky.
The Tree we grew with The tree we hung upon The tree we swung upon The tree we adored practically ever since birth.
Growing up in England I have grown used to a bit of rain now and again, which is the source of many complaints for most people.
Sunny again, it won’t last. Whilst I'm not a fan of the rain, this humid weather makes me lazier than usual.
Okay not to exaggerate much on the title, it is actually my last carboot sale before class starts tomorrow.
I'll remember you when I'm gray and old. I''ll remember all of the secrets that we never told. I'll remember that last kiss good bye. I'll remember all those times you made me cry.
Yay. Its Opuss time <- (-.-) Lame....haha...jst kiddin. It does look kinda lame. ok thre's this girl I'm....what the heck, it's my girlfriend...but wait.
Beer and afternoons well spent in pleasure and good company consumed, taken in at leisure time not passing nor the need of life's petty, grey attachments borne out from necessity leave us lone with...
Meet me at that place,. The one that no one knew,. The place where we could stay,. No one, just me and you,. You know the way you used to smile,. We would smile and laugh together,.
I've always been a firm believer in recording down your precious moments in anyway you can. Because who knows one day if you'll lose your memory and you want a way to recuperate with your confusion.
Everyday you have judged me with the same cool, cold stare. Whether I need you or not, you've always been there. When I lost my virginity in true awkward fashion.
Thud Thud, Thud Thud, We sound like race horses stampeding the ground. Tick Tock, Tick Tock, We all watch the clock. Ring Ring, Ring Ring, We all run out, Bags to our sides. Slam.