《 Listen Up! 》

no blinding lights or tunnels to gates of white

just our hands clasped so tight

waiting for the hint of the spark

things i want to get accomplished this week but probably won't...

- make the dreaded f chord sounding nice
- finally learn how to play "cold desert"
- make my brother and myself some big n hearty english breakfast
- reply those emails

"Do what makes you happy, be with who makes you smile, laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live."

you know why you are one of my favourite people on the planet?

He enters your living room without hesitation because he knows he’s always welcome there. You can never completely get angry with him because you’ll forgive him anyway (why expend the energy on that?) There’s no real pressure to look good for him, or to domesticate yourself, because hell, he probably cooks better than you do. you don’t get disappointed when he doesn’t open the door for you, or perform any of the perfunctory genteel mannerisms frequently assigned to a “gentleman” (ergo, a prospect). if he sees you as a buddy, then you really don’t quite see him as a “man”… much more the “gentle” kind.

She’s the one you call when you’re bored or sometimes when you and your significant other had a fight because she makes you laugh. She’s the one you talk to when you’re feeling down because she’s willing to lend an ear and be a friend. She’s the one you spend time with between buddies, before you find “The One”. You know the one who hangs around in the meantime.

There are days when I want to walk up to you and scream in your face
"No one else gets you like I do, now let's get the hell out of here."