January 2012
I'm not good at having emotions.
That’s what fuck buddies are for right?
This is a song of scribbled out names.
Make me shake.
“The longing never ends, not while you’re human.”
—Paul Masvidal (via rustyyshackleford)
Music.
If things get rough there will always be music.
And art.
How amazing is that?
Sorry if I wasn't straight out of a movie.
We’ll never be strangers kissing in the pouring rain.
We both know that’s not how our song goes.
“Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.” —Emily Brontë, from “The night is darkening round me” (via the-final-sentence)
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.” —Emily Brontë, from “The night is darkening round me” (via the-final-sentence)
Shame, or so they say.
Small steps.
When people with the same name as you text me my heart kind of drops into my stomach and I really hate how that feels and what it implies.
It’s a good thing I have a game tonight…
Play
Jack's Mannequin was awesome
Bogart’s is a fantastic venue.
Jukebox the Ghost was also really great, I’m so glad to have listened to them so now I can put them on my iPod.
I love everything right now.
Music makes me so fucking happy for such menial reasons.
I need to have shows marked on my calendar at least twice a month.
God.
I love music. I love shows. I love most of the people who make the experience.
The nicest thing anyone has ever said about me:
“They showed me the before pictures of these mines and they were awful. Like scary as fuck, disgusting. And then they showed me the after photos, you know, after they cleaned it up, they didn’t tell me the process. It was beautiful, this hole in a mountain went from this sad ugly mine to this beautiful place. So then I thought of Carrie, taking stupid ugly things and making them pretty, how things are so black and white with her, right and wrong and like fixing the mine to make it right again. It’s so her, tell her to go fix mines. I see her facebook. College isn’t doing much for her is it?”
God I love my soccer coach.
Even if he doesn’t coach me anymore. Always my soccer coach.
Fuck it.
I was supposed to go out tonight.
I’m angry.
And bored.
And awake.
I was supposed to prove that I wasn’t going to hide tonight.
I was supposed to fucking show you how much of an ass you are.
But no.
Now I’m home.
On tumblr.
Hating everything.
Again.
Tonight
I am getting belligerent.
Belligerently drunk I mean.
It is going to rock, I am going to flirt and it would be really great if someone found me attractive tonight.
And maybe even after tonight.
But I’m not holding my breath.
