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Stating The Painfully Obvious in Roundabout and Often Nonsensical Ways

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June 10th, 2009

hahaha

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June 10th, 2007

you are what you wear

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you were there when it all started.
and you made me strong.
the last time, i spoke to her,
you made sure i didnt run away. 
and when my parents let go of my innocence,
you shined inside of me.
you never watched me fall in love,
or question that love
you sat untouched as my soul flew.
and layed lifeless as i fell back to earth.
and now,
you've witnessed the end
but this time i'm not strong.
i guess it wasn't you who made me strong at all.

the way that worked,
wasn't it a nice circular pattern?

April 10th, 2007

trust

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...it never lasts does it?

March 8th, 2007

Chelsea and i went to the gym today (gymming? is that what they're calling it these days?)and i have come to a staunch conclusion:
when playing shirts v. skins chunks should, as a rule, always be on the shirt-wearing team.
Seeing man-boobs bouncing in the wind is not the way to start a workout
...not much of a motivation, you know?

March 1st, 2007

"Hi, what can i get you?"-me
"Are these fried?"-girl
"Well, they're fries"-me
"Yeah, i can see that. sooo...are they?"-girl
"(long pause).....yes"-me


...the joys of working in the dining halls

January 16th, 2007

i was only meant to achieve so much,
you weren't supposed to be here to watch me fall,
or even try to catch me,
but i know you'll catch me...no matter how heavy my heart gets.
i could tie myself to those bleachers and still my heart would pull me forward, exploding with words and dreams that i'm afraid to vocalize.
even though you killed all my hopes of blue eyes and bright futures,
you've shown me a world i never knew i couldn't live without.

March 7th, 2006

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this is the end
the end of a beginning
the end of a hopeful carrying on
and all you want to talk about is time?
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