June 2011
May 2011
first nightswim
and dance party around the pool has been ignighted. followed by late night poolhouse talk, 127 hours and al hallucinating spiders on me and laurens pillows..twice..
choco covered strawberries for breakfast..great.
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It is the springtime of my loving the second season I am to know you are the sunlight in my growing so little warmth I’ve felt before. It isn’t hard to feel me glowing I watched the fire that grew so low.
It is the summer of my smiles flee from me keepers of the gloom. Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune. Ain’t so hard to recognize these things are...
Happy happy happy barfday bob dylan.
Blue Valentine had to be one of the worst flicks i have ever seen. NEVER. AGAIN.
Listen
groovin.
I think one of the most exciting things about moving away and going to college is the new start..going somewhere where no one knows you. No one. You can be whoever you want to be. I cant wait to be Tate Linea in the absolute raw. No fakies, no boundaries, no pretending, no being ashamed of what I am. Me. Words cannot express how excited I am to just meet new people, no judging, just adults forming...
frustrating.
Bob Dylan blows my effing mind away.
had a complete dylan day. he really is unbelievable.
welp, i tried.
go time.
making myself do it. its happening. tomorrow.
