changes and changes and changes and changes

this is pretty much all i've been listening to for the past week.

rude boy

 

i saw shutter island last night and my leo flame was re-ignited.

soon, please

i want to wear shorts, 

breathe in sweet fresh-cut grass scented air,

hear birds chirping,

not hear my radiators,

leave my windows open,

bike-ride,

have some BDI ice cream,

and generally just be so content with being content.

 

this will be me. minus the blonde hair.

"the february wildcats"

i aint worried about nothin.

right now and not later, baby

ALRIGHT WINNIPEG, 

I'M READY FOR 

WARM WEATHER AND 

DRINKING BY 

THE RIVER.

 ALSO, I AM FULLY PREPARED TO

DANCE BY CETTE RIVER UNTIL THE WEE HOURS OF THE MORNING.

your pretty face is going to hell

What is it about certain people, that attracts them to the down-trodden of society so specifically?  

Is it a subconsious desire to forget their own pain by focusing solely on the problems of others?  

Or is it moreso a selfish, vicious circle, driven by the need to help others in order to fill some self-gratifying egoistical void?

o

What comes is better than what came before