perks of being a wallflower;

And these are just quotes I like:

- If onion gum makes your mouth taste like onion, does heroin make your veins feel heroic?
- Sometimes I wish I was a bong hit. You’d let me in and love every minute and tell the group the things I did to you.
- You know when you listen to music playing from another room? And you’re singing along because you really love the tune. And a door closes or a train passes by so you can’t hear the music anymore, but you sing along anyway… Then, no matter how much time passes, when you hear the music again, you’re still in the exact same time with it. That’s what love is like.
- I shut the door, turn all the lights out. Listen to all the songs that the night shouts. They go something just like this, “Go fill up a glass with tonic rocks and go and drink yourself into happiness.

you’re welcome. :) 

Start to a poem I am working on.

So often lately as dawn quickly approaches,
And I make my travels home,
My mind wanders down a spiral path.
Inebriated thoughts run circles as smoke dances from my lips.
Four wheels on black man-made asphalt
Trapped between one solid and one dotted line.

Work in progress. But, I’m excited about it. 

If you walk away, I’ll walk away. First tell me which road you will take, I don’t want to risk our paths crossing someday. So you walk that way, I’ll walk this way.
And the future hangs over our heads, and it moves with each current event. Until it falls all around like a cold, steady rain.
Just stay in when it’s looking this way.
And the moon’s laying low in the sky…forcing everything metal to shine. And the sidewalk holds diamonds like the jewelry store case. They argue walk this way, no-walk this way.
And Laura’s asleep in my bed. As I’m leaving she wakes up and says, “I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave. Baby, don’t go away, come here.”
And there’s kids playing guns in the street. One’s pointing his tree branch at me. So I put my hands up, I say, “Enough is enough. If you walk away, I’ll walk away.” And he shot me dead!
I found a liquid cure for my landlocked blues. It’ll pass away like a slow parade. It’s leaving, but I don’t know how soon.
And the world’s got me dizzy again. You’d think after 22 years I’d be used to the spin. And it only feels worse when I stay in one place, so I’m always pacing around or walking away. I keep drinking the ink from my pen. And I’m balancing history books up on my head. But it all boils down to one quotable phrase, if you love something, give it away.
A good woman will pick you apart. A box full of suggestions for your possible heart. But you may be offended and you may be afraid, but don’t walk away. Don’t walk away.
We made love on the living room floor. With the noise in the background of a televised war, and in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say, “If we walk away, they’ll walk away.” But greed is a bottomless pit. And our freedom’s a joke, we’re just taking a piss. And the whole world must watch the sad comic display. If you’re still free start running away, cuz we’re coming for you!
I’ve grown tired of holding this pose. I feel more like a stranger each time I come home. So I’m making a deal with the devils of fame, saying “Let me walk away, please.”
You’ll be free child once you have died from the shackles of language and measurable time. And then we can trade places, play musical graves. Til then walk away, walk away.

So I’m up at dawn. Putting on my shoes. I just want to make a clean escape. I’m leaving, but I don’t know where to.
I know I’m leaving, but I don’t know where to…

When you can quote an entire Bright Eyes song. <3