thirty dialogs bleed into one

Happy New Year, lovers. I was right about last night being wonderful, and incredibly surprising. Incredibly Surprising. In fact if last night is any inclination as to how 2014 will be, it will be crazy and surprising and beautiful and unexpected. I could use a bit of all of that in my life.

Last night I talked with my dearest friend for the first time in two years, and I get to see him today.
Last night I spent my new year with my James Dean and got my heart served to me on a platter.
Last night I went to bed at six in the morning after having my head scream for hours.
Sometimes there are just too many words for how you feel.

Today I feel settled. Excited. Scared. Anxious. I feel a lot of things. As it turns out, my life will never be uncomplicated. Ever. But I am surrounded by gorgeous people, inside and out. That's all I can ask for, really. I'd rather be constantly unsettled than bored and uninspired.

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Hump Day Jams

Summer is such a refreshing season. Even if you are incredibly busy like I am this summer, the sun and the stars of summer skies call for slowing down and relaxing. Life begins again with the summer (Thanks Nick Carraway... I'm gonna throw my cares away this summer too. Hopefully I'll find my Gatsby.)

Great things are going to happen this summer. I cannot wait to see what they are.

For some reason this has been the only song I have craved all week. It's called A Lack of Color by Death Cab for Cutie. This is such a gorgeous song on what I'd argue is one of the best albums of all time. To me it sounds like summer nights spent laying out and relaxing on my driveway staring at the stars, dreaming for the future. Enjoy :)

I liked this cute little video. :)

And when I see you

I really see you upside down.

But my brain knows better

It picks you up and turns you around

Turns you around, turns you around.

If you feel discouraged

That there's a lack of color here.

Please don't worry, lover

It's really bursting at the seams,

from absorbing everything,

The spectrum's A to Z.

This is fact not fiction,

for the first time in years.

All the girls in every girly magazine

Can't make me feel

any less alone.

I'm reaching for the phone

To call at 7:03 and on your machine

I slur a plea for you to come home.

But I know it's too late,

I should have given you a reason to stay,

Given you a reason to stay,

given you a reason to stay,

given you a reason to stay.

This is fact not fiction,

for the first time in years.

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