so I sit and remember; wish I had, wish I hadn't.
it's the end of the year, doesn't everyone deserve a little honesty.
and again: I ____ you.
***
Anna Nalick's Breathe; beautiful.
2am and she calls me cause I'm still awake
will you help me unravel my latest mistake
I don't love him
yeah we walk through the doors so accusing their eyes
like they have any right at all to criticize
hypocrites they're all here for the very same reason
cause you can't jump the track we're like cars on a cable
and life's like an hourglass glued to the table
no one can find the rewind button girl
so cradle your head in your hands
and breathe
just breathe
but my god it's so beautiful when the boy smiles
wanna hold him but maybe I'll just sing about it
Labels: confessions
Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrival gates at Heathrow airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that
love actually is all around
-
Hugh Grant, Love Actually
Merry Christmas, you all.
Labels: golden
she said, don't.
unless you mean it.
unless you're prepared to fight for it.
Labels: heart
