My father used to dye his hair blue and drum in rock bands.
Now he wears a cowboy hat and plays “honky tonk” music.
Is this what happens when we “grow up”—we change completely? When they tell us to grow up, is this what growth is?
February 2010
10 posts
Since Sunday, I've gotten roughly 15 hours of sleep.
And now that I have time to, I’m too exhausted to be sleepy.
Kick in, Nyquil. You can do it.
It's not stalking if you want to see me.
Play
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You sprung me; I’m grateful.
I love when you tell me not to speak.
Saturday nights in neon lights,
Sunday in the cell.
Take me, take me to the riot.
And let me stay, let me
stay.
I never thought I'd say this, but I miss summer.
I don’t think it’ll ever quit snowing.
Replay
Iyaz
“Replay” - Iyaz
It’s embarrassing how much this song gets stuck in my head (which, yes, is ironic). I actually like it, though.
