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{ Dreamer }
Definition:

1. a person who dreams.

2. a person who lives in a world of fantasy; one who is impractical and unrealistic.

3. a person whose ideas or projects are considered audacious or highly speculative; visionary.
{ Marianne }

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
It was always you.

{ Past. }

January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 December 2011 January 2012 February 2012 March 2012 April 2012 May 2012 July 2012 October 2012 January 2013 March 2013 July 2013 August 2013 January 2014 September 2014 January 2015 July 2015

{ Sunday, May 24, 2009 }

Yes, that's kinda like how I feel now. Completely Confused.


I tell everyone I'm clear but if I was I'm not now. I dont know. Guess its been pretty long since I've connected this much with someone. Your intentions are not clear enough my dear. I dont get you and that's a huge sign. I dont get you. I dont understand you.

I tell all of them that I'll say no but yeah. I've told everyone that its not gonna happen but somehow I find myself wishing it would. I dont know anymore. TSK.

You know, I wouldn't blog about it if it hasn't been bugging me the whole day. I'm bouncing to and fro.

Eisley - Telescope Eyes
Oh... you humor me today,
calling me out to play,
with your telescope eyes, metal teeth,
I can't be seen with you, you freak.

Go cry, go run away,
let your short legs carry you away,
with your big dress and your dirty hair,
your pen's waiting for you,
just get far far away from me,
I don't want your disease.

Please don't make me cry,
Please don't make me cry,
I'm just like you, I know you know,
I'm just like you, so leave me alone.

I wonder, why can’t you see?
You’re just not near enough like me,
With your telescope eyes, metal teeth,
I can’t be seen with you.

Please don't make me cry,
Please don't make me cry,
I'm just like you, I know you know,
I'm just like you, so leave me alone.

Please don't make me cry,
Please don't make me cry,
I'm just like you, I know you know,
I'm just like you, so leave me alone.

Please don't make me cry,
Please don't make me cry,
I'm just like you, I know you know,
I'm just like you, so leave me alone.

Oh, you humor me today...


& you humor me today; calling me out to play.


{ fin }