Description: I was in math, listening to death cab and trying to avoid eye contact with the teacher since he got wind that i stopped writing down notes. That's all i have to say, since descriptions are useless. So please read and review. ~
This is the point of knowledge
Where in conscious states nothing seems to matter.
I have drastically changed,
From subtle obscenities to fear of everything.
So, finally I知 proposing to you.
Asking you if you could spare some of you glamorous time,
Please join me in this unnecessary journey of vanity.
We will clasp each others wrists
Because holding hands is too disappointing.
We will lay awake in December,
Doubting our own decisions about the collision of the present.
Since the future is as irrelevant as the past.
In cups of coffee we値l measure out dignity.
In cups of wine we値l state our rate of class.
This is the ink of our short story.
We will kiss away out lines of regret.
I値l build a world of our own.
Where daylight is only provided by lamps.
So the gleam in our eyes,
Will never be mistaken for simplicity.
There is no place for us to rest.
Dreaming away our disdain and absurd theories.
Im going to take your sanity with mine.
Until the surface of our worlds leak into each others.
This is my notion of liberty.
This is my plan.
everyone here sucks. but you're okay. and so i am i. and you're good looking. f.uck you for writing, and f.uck me for f.ucking up my life. now this is good. how do you write such disappointing and destructive relationships? i've lost a sense of people because they all hate me. and i'm going to say for non existent reasons. but back to this. every line here is worth orgasmicing about. but i'll choose some more special ones. "So the gleam in our eyes, Will never be mistaken for simplicity." this is nice. i miss this. i miss the intensity we used to have. did we ever have intensity?? december's hard. and simplicity is misunderstood and common and everwhere. that's the only line i'm goign to comment on. this all sucks. bam wham sam kaBAM.