understand what you've got.
& i'll let you choose.
THOSE FRAGILE LIPS <3
About Me
Ex-prep
Ex- goth
Ex-tremely witty
Mistaken for a girly-girl
Die-Hard Liverpudlian
Blistered
And trying to live
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The Smell of Starbucks
The Taste of Rain
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
The Atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how:The clouds above opened up and let it out.I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphereWhen the water filled every hole.And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,Making islands where no island should go.Oh no.Most people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flat lands to your doorHave been silenced forever more.The distance is quite simply much too far for me to rowIt seems farther than ever beforeOh no.I need you so much closer [x8]I need you so much closer [x4]So come on, come on [x4]
transatlanticism - death cab for cutie
this just says everything i ever wished i could say and everything i'll never say again