What A Feeling.

Totally digging this song right now.

Trouble Sleeping.

I've been having a big problem with being able to sleep. My mind just keeps going over everything I need to do. My mind won't stop racing. I'm afraid if I stop it'll all just fall apart. But for the past couple of nights I've been using this sleeping sound app that plays rain storms and it's been helping me to fall asleep. The sound of a rain storm seems to calm me right down. It's weird but it feels comforting.

There's A Void.

I feel as if there's something missing. My heart aches and my stomach is tightened. I feel as if I should cry, but I don't know why. In the past when I've felt like this, I've always known the cause. Perhaps it's just a general emptiness.

You Will Forever Be A Part Of Me.

"There’s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me."

-Gretchen Kemp

The Time Travelers Wife.

This movie is filled with so much love.

Almost Doesn't Count.

Mr. Know It All.

Have You Ever?

Living For Two.

Everyday seems to just hurt like hell. Each day of November my heart breaks just a little bit more, which is hard to do since it's already broken. Each day is like another stab from the knife. It doesn't matter how long, it still feels like I just lost you. It still feels like your supposed to be calling me at any minute. I just want to hear your voice. You knew how to make me bold and how to make me strong and how to make me safe. But now I'm just searching for those feelings. I can feel them, but they leave me almost as fast as I find them. I do things I know I shouldn't do, I say things I know I don't mean. The people around me don't know what I'm doing and I feel like I'm a stranger to most. Those that know me, I'm almost afraid to be around them. They'll see the signs, they'll worry, they'll know I'm acting out and I don't want it to get out of hand. But being reckless, being crazy and wild and just living, it's only way I can distract myself. If I'm not doing exactly what I want, then it's almost like I'm living a half life. And without you, for you, I need to live for both of us, so a half life just wont do. But that's the expectation of everyone around me. Great expectations of a broken soul.......perhaps those expectations of those around are just too high.

Me And Tennessee

A Break.

I'm doing really good. I'm happy, I'm driven, I'm feeling challenged, and I'm feeling inspired. But just for this next month, I'm going to take a break. It's exhausting fighting and being happy when all you wanna do is hide in a corner with a bottle of jack and remember the old times, before you even thought about hiding in a corner. This month is going to be hard, It's going to hurt. How It's already been a year, I have no idea. And I can't really decide if I'm proud or ashamed of my year. In a lot of ways I'm so proud of all the long nights and of all of the stuff I've had to go through to get here. But is it enough, have I done enough?

La Vie En Rose.

I love this song <3

The Hollow Men.

The Hollow Men
T. S. Eliot

A penny for the Old Guy

I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

Loud Music.

I love this new song by Michelle Branch......sooo cute! <3